I didn't have a wish again. Not for anything, anyone, anywhere. That's nothing new and only scratches the surface of my apathy. I don't mean to be so gloomy but I had to be so honest. If I didn't I might explode, or implode... I'm not sure. Overall, my quest, or rather my obligation, to find meaning has made me HATE the feeling of meaning. I try to make myself OK with not having meaning for certain aspects of my life and the only thing it has made me feel is that I'm drowning -- and I've Never been afraid of drowning. So where does that leave me?
Saturday, September 24, 2005
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