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31 August 2003 @ 03:04 pm
Another Day  
Quite often of late it seems that life has been reduced to a matter of making it through another day. Not with any real goal or any anticipation of anything, not looking forward to anything, just trying to make it through another day. Should there be a goal? Some point to it? I guess I want to "be there" for Gavi -- so she'll, I dunno, have someone to pick her up from school and stuff. I'm tired.
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Nellie and the Drummers: Rainy Day
Peter Hentgesjbru on August 31st, 2003 09:32 pm (UTC)
Sometimes I think we've invented work because it gives us daily goals. Have to get up. Have to go to work. Have to go home. Without that structure, how many of us would just drift aimlessly?

Then, again, there's something very Zen about that kind of existence that appeals to me. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. Just let one's self be.

Your description, though, sounds very different from that. Like you're worn down by the being and trying to find some reason to keep doing it. Gavi's a good reason; she's a wonderful girl. Here's hoping you find some more reasons, my friend.