The world moves fast as I sit at my desk peering out the window while the rain falls. People walk by and cars zip through the intersection, some with loud music and bass that shakes my room. It is an odd juxtaposition, the stillness of my room and life against the bluster of activity just outside.
Its not that I have any interest in what everyone is doing as they scatter about, and I’m not sure any of it is important. Am I important? Are these words? Probably not but I don’t have anything else to do. I guess that’s it, everyone is just doing something, some activity they had written on a list the week prior, like a doctor’s appointment or birthday party. Or getting a haircut, in which I’m in need of myself.
Maybe someone will watch me walk by their window on my way to the barber, they could yell out for me to wake up from my perpetual daze before I walk off the curb and into oncoming traffic. The impact of the speeding car would throw my body a great distance and it would be doubtful I would land in one piece.
Nobody schedules an appointment for that. Would anyone like to know their death date? I’m sure many would, to see where ya stand, how much time you have left to enjoy the finer things in life… sex and drugs and rock an roll. I don’t think I would want to know, maybe it is best if it were to happen in some manner where I am blissfully ignorant of it. I don’t know.
Until then, take it easy.