It’s Good to Set Up Some Goals
The intensity of life is driving me mad. I’m shaking to the very core with a sort of agnostic draining uncertainty. My very location is at stake, and when altered by something as seemingly trivial as immediate environment, my entire person will be destroyed and phoenixed anew. Hah! How pretentious I am. To think that somehow the world and its karma will be permanently altered by my actions.
I have three goals:
1. Sell my poetry and novels for money and power.
2. Help my son grow up to be a smiling little soul.
3. Do it all with a wonderful woman.
I’m on my way to all three, I suppose, but as slowly and surely may win the race, they mostly just make for sleepless anxious nights.
Up Next: Ambiguity as a Memory