there’s an unevenness to life causing our unsteady gait as we travel through our lifetime oh we can map out the smallest details but nothing ever goes as planned the terrain changes around us as if manipulated by some unseen force or perhaps random quakes from the earth beneath us the cause really doesn’t matter just how one regains their footing
like a child staring out the back window of their parent’s car we pine for what was as if it were really as wonderful as we imagine we forget the arguments and incidences that ended with our early depature declaring that we’ll never return to this god forsaken place or talk to this persona of satan ever again yet when we are isolated from reality we embellish the few morsels of joy we had creating a fictionalized historical event probably as truthful as most history where the good guys always win and the damsel in distress is a kung fu master seems we’re always looking for the rationale for events how do they fit into the plan and purpose of life well this might surprise you but there is no real purpose nothing’s been ordained your empty minutes and hours are controlled by no god or saint it’s you staring out the back window instead of looking at where you’re driving to
did we just arrive here or have we been on this course for quite sometime now few places are arrived by accident most are set courses by either ourselves or those before us had we not denied what clearly was written our final fate would have been perhaps different but we chose to stay the course
