And so the music comes back on and that means it’s writing time.

It has been a long day compressed into a short day. Sitting, thinking about the idea of hope and the idea of freedom. Thinking about things that don’t matter but always do.

Wondering where the road will take me when I head off to go pick up my partner. Knowing the direction and location but also wondering about what thinking I will do, assuming I do any thinking at all.

Thinking about standing up and walking away and walking to fight for a better future. Wondering as to how much wandering I should do. There is a road to follow and perhaps I should stick to it tonight.

The horizon never ends. It keeps on spitting things out as you try to approach.

Perhaps it’s not thinking about thinking, or freedom and hope that I should be thinking about, but rather where I am and where I’m going. Maybe I should be worrying about how I’m going to handle the rest of the evening but there’s not much to handle at this point. What I need is rest and maybe I should be thinking about rest, but there’s so much more to think about.

Perhaps I should just try to switch my brain off for a bit and fly on by. See where the rest of the day takes me by not being completely there, or at least not mentally present. Maybe it would lead to the day becoming decompressed and so everything will feel alright. A day will feel like a day. A drive will feel like a drive.

The drive remains a journey but its meaning is what I’m going to imprint upon it. Of course there is the meaning based around achieving a goal but there can be something else, but it really depends on how much I want to go into that. I don’t know if I do. I’d rather let myself just go with it. Not worry about anything. Have a sense of hope and feel a sense of freedom from a series of thoughts that will not mean much outside of their meaning everything.

Thoughts float on by and they sometimes move like aggressive drivers, risking crashing into each other for no reason other than a lack of care and respect for the requirement of driving safely. However, instead when they crash the thoughts might combine into something as familiar as it would be new.

As the horizon puts things in the way we keep moving toward it when we chase it, but maybe the goal is never to reach the horizon but to reach something along the way. Maybe the goal is to try and find something in ourselves. The journey is endless but in a sense it provides space. It doesn’t provide time but it gives us pause for reflection as well as viewing, but only if that is what we want. Perhaps it can provide many differing things.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:03:43

Bit slow but I think this turned out okay. Needs a bit of cohesiveness but I think there’s a bit more clarity than usual.

Written at home.