You Want Everything

There is a lot left to do everyday.  I feel as though if we fall we might get back up, missing everything we had on before gravity took its toll.  Gravity takes it all away from us and induces it’s logic onto our perspective and limits us to possibilities measured by them.  They haven’t lived the life we’ve lived, full of mediocrities and social inabilities.  They’ve been without boundaries; obstacles are just a thing of fanning out a couple notes of currency.  What troubled emphasis we place regarding the economy.  If only we took as much time to count as many grammar misusages as we do cases of credit fraud.  If only our goal was to gather experience instead of spending our experiences in the quest to gather.

But not today.  If we would just finished it all off it wouldn’t even matter.  If life’s purpose is to expire, we’ve built this whole infrastructure in order for it all to crumble before us.  However, in fortunate cases, life isn’t stripped away from us suddenly.  The macabre details of the events to have taken place are one of gradual demises and experiments in temperate destruction.  First to leave is dignity, last is the ability to heal over the wounds of man’s terribly misguided existence and term on the planet.  Too often do we think in terms of land and mass and area and forget there is so much more (than) space.

To end a paragraph is one of the most dangerous things one can do.  There are so many things that will not have been said that should have or things that will have become redundant by the time you read this.  And that is if one ever reads it.  Words and characters and punctuation have become too much of a hassle in a world whose pace is rapidly increasing, evermore than before.  It becomes the barrier between what is decipherable and what needs to be said.  I refuse to understand useless abbreviations.  If one should have the common desire to communicate a message to a second party, said messenger should have the forthcoming ability to properly introduce a statement and conclude it.  However, if one had everything he wanted, I would begin to complain about the message itself.  You are never happy; you want everything.

and as for all that there is left to do everyday…