There are days where we just go through the motions of living. We eat, and sleep, and burn away time with meandering nothingness. These are the spaces in between the days we remember.
Sometimes, these days are idle, serene breaths, the brief pauses before the surge towards new experiences. And sometimes they're wasted hours of passionless existence, one more precious mile wasted on the road of life, never to be experienced again - as though we had bothered to experience it in the first place.
... I don't know which one today was for me. But it was one of them.
Here's to a tomorrow with purpose.
Sometimes, these days are idle, serene breaths, the brief pauses before the surge towards new experiences. And sometimes they're wasted hours of passionless existence, one more precious mile wasted on the road of life, never to be experienced again - as though we had bothered to experience it in the first place.
... I don't know which one today was for me. But it was one of them.
Here's to a tomorrow with purpose.
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boxofficepoison:
Can I get you a beer Mr. Peterson?
pharmgirl:
I feel like that every day when I'm going to school. I wish summer would go on forever.