the time filled lifeline of eternity meets at one point. meaningless and pointful all at the same time. infinite with an ending. bleek and dull? maybe? or just simply put… uneventful at this stage. one grasps the meaning of ones life… holding the future as an open book. making or breaking the pathway to an unknowing future. how it’s held.. and how it’s traveled… is still yet to be seen.
i am at a stage in the forefront of my future… commencing on which path to take. still contemplating the position of my pawns as i would with any chess game. i hold boardwalk as my possesion.. but yet parkplace is left available to be taken.. as my piece remains at GO not knowing whether or not to throw the dice. are we destined to know our future? or are we meant to ride it out as it painfully takes it’s course?
but… like any confused child.. i still find difficulty in opening those pill jars.. as i instead reach for the lid on a bottle of pringles. i think about savoring the flavor of sour cream and onions. that said… time holds no meaing over a bottle of pringles.