duh, yeah, can't even think of an opening line for that great blog title.
My passion has abandoned me. The insatiable urge to put my thoughts out there sifts away.
The lines to Bohemian Rhapsody bubble up to my subconcious-nothing really matters..
is it suddenly seeing a speck of time and acknowledging that nothing is permanent and what seems so important really isn't important at all.
precious moments reading crap and merely functioning within parameters set for oneself.
Maybe senior stupidity isn't that bad. An aging brain learns not to sweat the small stuff, it merely boils down to sleep, drink. eliminate.
Not necessarily in that order.
My passion has abandoned me. The insatiable urge to put my thoughts out there sifts away.
The lines to Bohemian Rhapsody bubble up to my subconcious-nothing really matters..
is it suddenly seeing a speck of time and acknowledging that nothing is permanent and what seems so important really isn't important at all.
precious moments reading crap and merely functioning within parameters set for oneself.
Maybe senior stupidity isn't that bad. An aging brain learns not to sweat the small stuff, it merely boils down to sleep, drink. eliminate.
Not necessarily in that order.
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