Call me a killjoy and a grump if you must, but my mind is made up. Birthdays are overrated. That’s not to say that I get down on anybody who actually enjoys celebrating their own birthday. Hell, everybody deserves a chance to celebrate themselves on occasion. Speaking for myself, though, I would be perfectly content…
Category: Human Condition
The Answer (Conversation with God Continued)
KEVIN: God?
GOD: Yes?
KEVIN: What is the meaning of life? I want to know the truth. Please don’t feed me some horseshit answer that will only reinforce my resentment and my disdain. What the hell is the point?
Good Night, Gentle Dreamers
I can’t sleep tonight. Maybe you could blame it on insomnia, or on the pain from my injured ankle. Or maybe you could blame it on the six-hour nap that I took when I crashed out after eating dinner. What the hell do I know? I’m not a sleep doctor. Oh well. There are far…
The Conundrum of Human Empathy
With so many people in the world with real problems, it occurs to me that the only reason why I care about my frivolous little concerns is because they happen to be my own.
Do These Crutches Make My Swollen Ankle Look Fat?
Well, that sucked. I messed up my right ankle pretty badly last Saturday while playing paintball. I was running and gunning, and I failed to notice a patch of uneven terrain, and I rolled my ankle during a full-on sprint. It hurt like hell, but I made it to my bunker and played on for…
Visions of the Collective Breath
I lament the loss of diminishing vision, but what is it I’m supposed to be seeing? I glimpse those enticing sights feathering along the breeze, dancing at heights just beyond my reach. They brush the tips of my naked paws and taunt my rudimentary processes of thought before I can snatch them greedily within my…
Incomplete Thoughts
Free will is such a constricting thing. I have dreams of fatigue, of sleep within sleep, respite in the face of so much tiring certainty. The haste of living creates a hateful kind of glaze that coats the landscape beneath familiar layers of reimagined wrinkles. In this world, the living will forever be plagued by…
Maybe My Verses Ain’t That Free
It feels like there’s no room left for poetry in my life these days. I’ve been living too long as a responsible adult — working long hours, paying my bills on time, and falling asleep earlier than I often plan to because I’m just so damned tired most nights of the week. The potential for…
A Plea to Distant Memory
Remember me, friends, long after my final breath, and ages since the day when my dim light once faded. Remember me whenever you begin to believe that you are breathing in vain. Breathing is a matter of belief in things to come — a belief that the world will carry forward and remain a place…
Considerations for Your Parting Words
Have you ever given much thought to what your final words might be? I think about that subject a little more often than I probably should. It’s not as though I find myself overly preoccupied with death lately. I just happen to be suffering through an obnoxious obsession with significance. Am I the only one…