(another Moleskine musing)
Orion looks down from the cool sky
timeless, purposeful warrior walking toward winter
And I’m walking, too
regular steps, with less purpose
I used to be pulled between death and life
now I’m pulled between life and life
Possibilities, potentialities, polarities
our world of options is a blessing and a curse
I want to do everything, but I don’t know where to start
still the clock ticks
I wish I had more than one life to live
parallel lives: a Swedish smörgåsbord
“Don’t be afraid of failure”, yes
but the stakes grow higher, year by year.
As the road stretching before me
shortens.
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Life is like a roll of toilet paper.
The closer you get to the end.
The faster it goes.