So here I am again, starting yet another blog on this vast internet. Why should I? I know this will probably be read by almost nobody, but with that in mind, maybe I can look back on it with my future mind and take something from my midnight rambles.
Speaking to an unknown, unseen, and unheard crowd I find myself often delving into the deepest parts of my own mind, parts that only I will probably ever pay attention to. Wow, that last sentence really made no sense. Oh well, here goes anyway.
I awoke this morning next to a beautiful lady and began yet another day of nothingness. I felt content in my bed, doing nothing, and yet, longing to do more I took my first steps into the day. What a pity it is really to have to sleep at all. There is so much to do, so much to see, that it seems almost irresponsible to sleep in the first place. And yet, here I am, eyes half lidded, hammering away at the keys on my laptop, without any real direction in which to send my thoughts. It is kind of nice really, to pour my inner workings into the tattered and worn keys at my fingertips, but to little avail as the thoughts I want to convey are often lost in the muddled, scattered, thoughts that find themselves being presented.
I wonder what I will be like in the next 10 years, whether or not blogspot will even exist then, and what I will think when I read this again. I will probably get a chuckle or two out of the way I type, think, and present myself in the future. Assuming all plans laid before me are completed in a satisfactory way I will probably be in a much better position to voice myself publicly, and if my plans go awry, well I suppose I probably won't have the ability to look back in reminiscence about the way I was. So, here's to the future.
This sort of rambling reminds me of long ago when I would have nothing better to do than to talk to myself. A trait that my mother often reminded me was often displayed by crazy people. <-- That last sentence was a fragment.
So anyway, about talking to myself, that is really what I am doing here. So I suppose I should say something meaningful to my future self; something like "You can do anything you put your mind to!" or "Way to go Tyler, you really did it!" but instead I am just going to say this, in case the future is harsh and decides to once again completely redefine my way of thinking... future Tyler, just remember that no matter what happens today, tomorrow, a year from now, or any day until the day you die, that life is worth living and not worth being sad, or bothered, about as long as you have a breath left to breathe. There is no reason to be upset by any experience in life, in such a way as to discourage your wanting for life or better things, as long as you have lived that day happy. There is no such thing as the end, until you die, and then you don't know the difference anyway. So until you are blissfully unaware, be aware that you can be blissful. That is about it really. Talk to you again real soon, maybe next time I will have something much better to say. In the meantime I have grown a little wary of typing on this keyboard, with my neck against the wall and the light from this screen burning the very pit of my soul.
Goodnight to future me, and to anyone reading this failed attempt at a continuous thought, yours forever,
Tyler <--three tries to get the shift key to work.
