recursive

It's funny, after awhile it all just fades... Ya know?

What once seemed like the storm that would wreck your life is gone just like everything else.

I wonder, as I grow older, about the seeming impermenance of everything. I guess I had hoped when I was younger for more solidity and structure as I went on. I guess that's just not how it goes. Looking back I don't think I expected the older me to just be an older version of me. Maybe I haven't really grown up yet, or maybe I got old without knowing it some time ago.

I suppose there is nothing to do but keep walking and see where it all leads to, I'm hoping someplace a bit more peaceful then now, but I guess I will take what I get.

Here's hoping whoever is reading this is someplace good in their lives right now. I certainly didn't appreciate it when I had it, so I hope your are. I think maybe next time I am, and I know there will be a next time, that I will.

Peace.