Story of my life.
Yes, I know—it’s the story of everyone’s life.
But this one is mine.
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Every now and then I get optimistic and determined and tell myself that I’m going to sit down and have a personal “strategy session” to plan, prioritize, cull the excesses, make it all work.
Only when I actually try to do it, it looks on paper just like what it is in reality.
I’ll be glad when this period of my life is over.
Seriously.
we spend our lives waiting for revelations.
Do they ever come?
We have no basis by which to know. Anyone or anything can be the Messiah, entering through that strait gate of which Benjamin spoke, both of these likely to remain obscure amidst the sound and the fury of the epoch.
We wait anyway.
It is the waiting itself that turns the wheel, and that ensures that nothing will ever change as everything changes around us.
It is both comfort and tragedy. Like everything.