What do you suppose I would ever do if I was done. If every chore had been completed. Every project taken care of. No more errands to run, no bills to pay, no appointments to go to, nothing at all. What would I do then? If I could take away all of these little burdens, distractions, things that keep me busy and striving for something... something that is somehow better than what I have at this moment. What would be left? Who would I be? Do you suppose I could relax for once? Would I no longer have a reason to drop F-bombs and furrow my brow? Or would I be driven to madness, and stew and wallow in my own restlessness? I can't even imagine a day such as that. A day where there was literally absolutely nothing that I needed to do.
I've been contemplating the darkness in people lately. I just don't think that I have it in me to be with someone who is happy most of the time. Or worse yet, be with someone who is so even-keeled that they rarely, if ever, felt much of anything. I need passion from the people I interact with, and along with that passion inevitably comes some sort of darkness. The characters I am most attracted to, even in the land of fiction, are all brooding types. They have an attitude that comes not from ego, but rather hurt. It seems simple enough, but I hadn't ever noticed this pattern in me as much as I notice it now.
That's really it, you know - the meaning of life. Well, the meaning of my life, at least. PASSION. Yes, that says it all...
