Thinking about mortality and the love of creating.
Often conflicted and quite difficult to please, a complicated pursuit to remain busy and create overtakes. It’s aimless, but fueled by the imagination of a mind never silent. Thoughts without sleep. A perpetual anxiety holds on the brink of psychological collapse. Everlasting depression lingers in the background with awareness of mortality and the shortness of time. All the things wanted but only few will unfold before the red curtain drops, the lights shut off and the stage plunges to darkness. Countless tail-chases to the priceless and of meaning. Naming it purpose. Hoping it doesn’t come across as… Read More
Reflection is a difficult thing for people to accomplish.
Defeating our self denial is a great challenge for most.
Jack rants about adulthood, being a man, age, maturity and more.
I’m no man. Barely a grown child. Immature. Unaware of what I want from life. Not even sure what life really is. Confused on a regular basis, hoping to one day know, perhaps understand, why I feel the way I do about the things I do.
I won’t hold my breath.
Been wondering if I’m doing life right. Am I successful? Am I accomplished? Could I be doing more? Should I just because I could? But why? To what end?
Might consider wearing a suit and tie to jump around like a monkey for money. That might make me a man.
I own a successful ever growing business. I’m my own boss. Make enough money to throw half of it away into meaningless garbage and still have bills paid, but boy do I love video games and dodging responsibility.
Understanding and thought out, but cold and unconcerned. Am I disqualified?
I’m probably republican on paper. Guess that’s it? That makes me a mature adult?
Can’t be a man. Don’t even know what a man is. No more than a 27 year old kid. Read More