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That is your present, past, future.

Hello, Motherlovers.

How many of us are sitting in front of their laptop wondering what to do with the day and realizing it is being wasted away every second you sit there and type away?

No?
Me neither.

What silly creatures we all are.
Today I got to thinking that no matter how rich and famous, or poor and unknown we are at the end of the day, just meat bags.

Stand in front of your mirror and stare at yourself, naked.
That is all you are and ever will be.
That is your present, past, future.

And all that is unique to you. What matters, is what that strong skull of yours protects.

And, yet here we are, pretending our minuscule issues actually mean a damn.
Realize we all go through the same ideas, and feelings, we just interpret them in our own way.
Intelligent Life.

I just heard news about an interstaller object that came and went on it's way. Never to return. I think about the endless number of asteroids and comets that go flying by every second, and we don't even bother to think that in any one of those seconds, we would all be gone.

As if we have never even existed.

Isn't that all crazy?

I had a paper due today.
Remember, I take classes, here and there.
My intentions were to finish my paper and turn it in. Pass the class I've been failing.
Yet, I did no such thing.
I let life pass me by.

That was my biggest concern of the week. I didn't even do it, and I missed my brother's concert over it.
In a way, I fell back in to my depression. Let's face it..that is what it is.

And that sort of 'depressed' thinking made me wonder why we worried with the most tedious of task. Like writing a paper.
I say that with the full knowledge that I pay for these classes and in order for me to finish school, not that I may ever, I have to pass this core class.

But in my head, It plays out unlike what I thought it would. All I could think of was What's the worst that can happen? I waste my time and money on my third English II class? Oh well. 

Yea, third.

The consequences of my actions were unimportant. Honestly, this morning, I didn't even dread it.
Because I care not? Is that it?

Body bags.
Like parasites crawling around the infested carcass. That's us.

The majority of us don't even get to worry about 'regular' things - like upgrading to the new phone, or choosing between faux leather or real leather for the interior of your new car, deciding if you want a margarita or a martini.

Some of us have to worry about where our next meal is coming from, or if Mom and Dad have enough money to pay the electric bill this month, or I can afford a new jacket for the winter ( but in Texas, just get you a sweater!)

I just find it hard to grasp the reality of it all.
Ok - go back to your happy Saturday. I'll see you in a bit.

Muah.

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