Figured I’d keep throwing myself into things today, which is what I’m doing now. You see this? This is me throwing myself into writing something about nothing.

It’s a long day and it;’s already halfway through, and it keeps going. After this break it’ll be nearly done and once it is done, that’s it. Tomorrow will be today and today will be yesterday, and it keeps on going that way until it doesn’t. What happens when it doesn’t? Who cares.

I think I’ve too much on my mind and not enough discipline to put it all in order. Things are going awry; things are flipping out  and throwing themselves underfoot in some wild bid to reach beneath the barrel via a mountain of hardened and sturdy rock. It doesn’t need to be this way, but it is and it keeps on going, and everything just keeps on trying to participate when there never is a need to do so.

Who am I to throw my lot into all of this? Who am I to comment on these matters of the heart and the mind and societal greed and indifference? It doesn’t matter what I say most of the time as what I say isn’t profound or affecting. Still, I try to say what I can and I try to fight for what I believe, and maybe that is enough some of the time, but it certainly isn’t enough most of the time. More needs to be done.

I sit here and I type these words and I don’t know if I have enough time to go and do something, but there always is time. There’s always more time than we think, and even a small gesture could have a wide impact, but that too takes time. That is something that takes a lot of work and takes more days than one can reasonably work out in a few minutes, but you still should try.

Well, with that said I think I need to work out what I’ll do with the rest of my free time. Maybe I will go outside and think about things and try to put thoughts in an order that makes some sort of sense. Maybe I will try and do something else that seems a bit more developed than just that. I don’t know; I have a good few minutes and it’s probably worth me trying to get on with the getting on, lest I don’t and then fall into a crevice which I created, and then be unable to get out  of said crevice.

Where am I going with this? Where does anyone go with anything? I don’t know and I don’t know if I care to know anymore. I just know that I need to keep on going and try to burn off this energy that I have. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but it’s here and maybe I can burn it off by trying to do more than just some thinking.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:45:73

This is a bit messy and a bit not messy, and kind of in equal measure. Not sure if that is a good thing, or a bad thing.

Written at work.