When life seems to be going by too slow, we all want to just "go fast".
What else can we do, as restless beings, we want the fun, the exciting, that moment. One that we can tell one another we did, or didn't. It's a little hard to describe, but we all know.
I can only access the kid inside of me, as a visual comedy of what I see these days. I'm almost 200 percent sure (and I meant two hundred) that when I was a kid I would be found speeding down rocky hills on a sled, or stealing my parents "tools" or "Indian weapons", as I figured they (an axe) were when I was a kid, and make my way out to the woods and try and scare other kids, or just simply make a fort(ress).
It's those simple kind of things that you miss. I had an imagination when I was younger, dreams included. Like every kid you either wanted to be a doctor or a dentist or some sort of astronaut. Aspirations. I've come to soon realize that all my dreams (the sleeping ones) have been about stuff that is actually going on in my real life, and the dreams that I once had all got choked to death by, if not liquor and hard drugs, then just reality. No winning.
We make our own future. I can't preach anything what-so-ever, but you can't do anything with yourself if you can't make the best of what you have in the present. We all work shitty jobs we never thought we'd be working, but we're here for something more, not a means to an end, but a means to a beginning. Where there is an end, there is a beginning.
If I see more drunk 9 year olds in my back yard, I'm going to start throwing rocks in the dark.
Good night.
