So what do we do with our lives?
We complain that we age when others die far before their time. So why aren’t we proud that we’ve reached further than others who would have been happy to be where we are?
We look to guidance for others who are just as blind and searching as ourselves. We are lighthouses with burnt out light bulbs.
We complain about the things that we hate instead of spending our time treasuring the things we love.
Time to try something new.
Yours in self-reflecting stupidity,