This is a weird one... I regret nothing. I regret everything.
We're all just muddling through.
We don't know, do we, how things are supposed to go, how we're supposed to be, what we're supposed to be?
Do you think we're supposed to know?
It would be nice if someone did, I guess - if someone seemed to have a clue how to steer this whirling, swirling, careening force of nature that is humanity heading slow-quick to...
...wherever it is that we're heading.
I hope it's somewhere nice. But that would be something of a surprise, given our current circumstances.
Does anyone ever have a plan go to plan?
I'm not sure I ever have.
No matter how well-constructed, all my plans seem to burn to ashes, blow away on the wind, or whatever other metaphor you want to use.
Not that I'm complaining. - I'm not sure I have any grounds for complaining. I'm not sure I don't, either.
We're all just muddling through.
The entire freaking human race crawling through the future in uncertainty.
And it's ugly.
And it's beautiful.
And it's oh-so messy.
We're all hot messes.
Each and every one of us.
All so scared of other people seeing how messy we truly are. It would be funny, if it weren't so sad-sweet-sad.
We're all just muddling through.
Doing our best to put one foot in front of the other.
And hopefully that'll be enough.
...If anyone ever figures out what 'enough' is meant to be.
I'm blaming this one on the universe 😅
Whatcha think?
Talk to me! 😅💬
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