There are things that I want to write about in this given moment, but I don’t know what it is that I will choose write about.
Actually, I do, but I also know that there is not enough time to write what I want to write about.
The end of my lunch draws closer and closer and I must think of something that I can use.
I was going to rant about housemates, but I don’t think that it is worth the time, for there are more important things to write about, such as the inevitable feeling you get about the need to buy more underpants when you see a few holes forming in your underpants.
The weight of the world surely rests upon your shoulders in those grievous situations that so verily torment the hearts that we share among each other.
What a terrible situation. Must we endure this kind of torment in our lives?
Must we have to be made top suffer for some sort of social engineering good will of the populace under a microcosm of unity and individual will?
Do we really need to sit down, when we should fight and stand against this heinous crime that causes us to cry out in anguish at night, therefore interrupting our sleep and leaving us with a little more to worry about on the odd occasion?
This is something that we should stop accepting. We must rise and take back our destinies under the moon of the forest that points southward when the eels in the river signify their opulence to us all, for when that moment comes there shall be soaring within the realms of the sky, toward a new dawn, toward an uncertain future that only we will be able to face if we make sure to discard the past that we continually refuse to let go of, therefore letting us step through the door that has always been shown to us, for only we can step through the door. It is not up to anyone else to control our courage. Only we can face the past and shoot it down, therefore allowing us to be able to continue our journey to becoming far more enlightened beings and guiding the collective conscious to a new realm of possibility and unity and enlightenment and wisdom and various other words that I cannot be bothered to think of right now, such as “treatise” and “port”.
Of course, we need to make sure that we do not attach ourselves to some sort of charismatic dogma, for if we do, it may run wild and we may be forced into a position where we have to strike ourselves down, all in the name of durable underpants that will forever be comfortable, yet practical in ways that have not yet been thought.
This may all seem a little unrealistic, but with enough courage we can make it to places where we are yet to be, with a great deal of gusto.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:30:78
Well, that was certainly something.
Written at work.