With A Bag Of Beer Held Like The Last Girl On Earth

Life is what it is. It’s beautiful. Its magic. It’s tragic. It’s not in your control. We can’t pump the brakes. It rolls on with or without us. We are a passenger. It’s a ride we take. Forward momentum. The thing is, we always reach our destination. Through the s*** & shine. We find ourselves where we were meant to be. It’s not easy. It’s not painless. Pain is life. I sometimes wonder if the human condition is too much. A simpler base life would do the planet and us better. Our emotions. They get the better of us. Love is a great feeling. Should it just be left for offspring. Should we live like the rest of the animal kingdom and procreate with whomever and only love our children? No settlement? Is this the human condition? But love is beautiful. It’s… powerful. I don’t know what the f*** it is. I love many people. I’m happy with that. I’m happy to love people. Too much thought? Adaptable things that we are. We are flexible beings. I will never give up on love.

It’s starting to feel like fall. A sign of progression. Like life, the seasons took off. We occupy only a glimpse of this world in our lifetime. What a glimpse it is. Everything. So much of it we end up taking for granted. Again, back to human nature. It’s almost like we need to be taught a course in how to live this life. We make mistakes. That’s normal. That’s the way of the world. Perfection isn’t key. We learn. We try and move on. Trying is important. When fall begins I feel hopeful. The mornings and evenings bring me peace. I feel comfortable. A sign of progression. It’s starting to feel like fall.

Speaking of time, Owen turned 3. He is still such a puppy. I had to get doggy cake for him and the party. Much appreciated. It’s difficult to believe he has been with us for this long a time. Time. The clock. Oh how it races. It’s already Mid-September.

Negligence. A word I keep saying to myself lately. Falling apart with time. That’s what happens if things are not up kept. But by the time Friday arrived I felt differently. I don’t know how I felt. Time time time. Perspective.