My ultimate goal in life is to center myself among a vast wandering plane of existence. I will drift in and out of whatever state of mind I wish to occupy at the time. I will perfectly adapt when I feel it’s best and break out when I need to escape from the tumultuous drawl that is life as we know it. I want to rise up and surpass all judgments and, as the fingers zero in, I will be somewhere else, somewhere beyond the realm of the normal, and when they laugh I will laugh too, but not because I wish to fit in but because I wish to stand out and I find humor in people’s lack of compassion. It’s so typical, so normal, so boring and ordinary, and I choose to walk above the crowd, their heads my steppingstones, their laughter like music to my ears. So delightful in their delirium that I find it almost amusing as I dally across the line of heads.
What a sequel it will be.
In the prequel I was nowhere close to center, my disjointedness was only centered around disfunction and disarray. I was confused because life is confusing and when they pulled me one way I could not resist because I was too weak and skinny to hold my own. I flailed my way through life like a fish searching for purpose in a dried-out fish tank. I had no purpose, I just flipped and flopped and stumbled like a loony.
Today I have no purpose but sometimes I feel at ease with such detailed delirium that it seems almost okay to be lost because I know that someday I will find my way, no matter how long it takes for me to search for it.
Someday, maybe, I will find a path and I will follow it until I choose to follow something new and when I do, oh what a laugh it will be!