Originally posted on MySpace
02-01-2009
A year in the life of… and what has been done with it. Everything… nothing… anything? Should there not be numerous autobiographical pages to follow; their contents paying tribute to momentous events and accomplishments achieved over the period of time to be documented? Something more than a predominately blank page, itself nothing more than a testament to an undying fear of change and concrete proof a certain stagnation.
A man once said “Life is what happens when you’re making other plans”. Happen: a verb meaning to take place, to come to pass, occur. Subscribing to that thought would mean accepting there is some form of motion in one’s life, assumedly a forward motion, as personal perception has lead itself to that particular point of view. If then, in retrospect, there is no motion to be found, neither forward nor backward, does the assumed lack of life suggest nothing more than misinterpretation, or connotate nothing less than death?
Perhaps it’s time to cancel my subscription.
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