And so it begins yet again but today I’m going at my own pace. Unfortunately that pace is exceptionally fast and so… yeah. A lot of cramming in very little into even less time for no discernible reason.

There is nothing to gain from this and there is nowhere to go through this either. This is meaningless waffling spurred on by the idea of routine, though perhaps that is a thin veneer hiding a massive ego that was never warranted and cannot be substantiated. This writing is meaningless; it is devoid of meaning. It takes meaning away from whatever is around it and it continues to absorb and grow and become a bloated beast that cannot be slain and so all I’m doing is unleashing more evil in a world of torment.

What do I do now? I’m just producing meaninglessness and I’m writing things that are wasting time in more ways than two. I could try to add some sort of meaning to this but then I might lower the ways in which this wastes time, and wouldn’t that be a bad thing? Should I not strive for more? Should I not say “No, I refuse to make worthlessness worth less”, reject that which compels me to do otherwise and push on into the face of adversity and denial in order to reach for success, regardless of how foolishness any attempt may be?

Should I not strive for success in worthlessness? This is what I put to you, and I dare you to bear witness to what comes through all of this, for even if I don’t succeed, I will in some manner.

I dare you to see and deny that the triumph of the spirit and hard work in succeeding in creating things with a dearth of worth will not be on full display, and I dare you to say that I was not one who could not, for you will not be able to once you see and instead you will be knowing that I could, and the words you thought you had will not appear, and you will be bereft of speech as you become aware and knowing and then that will be that.

I will not stop and I cannot stop. I must continue on this path of weaving these words into a form that provides nothing of substance. I must create something that lacks everything and I must continue on toward the intended goal. I need to ensure that I work hard. Failure is an option, but failure through lack of trying is not. The aim must be true and I must continue. It is the fate upon which I choose and so I shall deny that which tries to hold me down and prevent me from moving forward.

I will attempt and I will rise to the occasion and I will aim to make this hold nothing to gain. I will cram more of very little into less time for no discernible reason!

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:48:25

I slowed down quite a lot as I started thinking about what I was writing and if I could turn it into something entertaining. I’m not sure I succeeded, but I’m glad that I finished the writing.

Written at home.