We trudge onward, I suppose. We carry on, one foot in front of the other, looking both ways, all the usual ins and outs, dotting i's, crossing t's. I just wish there was something more behind it all. I wish there was something more to putting forth the effort and playing the part. I mean, there's plenty there as is. There's a paycheck, a roof overhead, the satisfaction of a job well done. All of those things are there, but I still feel like it lacks a meaning. Or maybe "meaning" is the wrong word. "Purpose"? "Rationale"? Something seems to be lacking. And truth be told, I could probably put a name to it, but that wouldn't solve anything. I know where the pieces are missing, but real life gets in the way sometimes.
If you've read this far, I'm sorry that there's not much more to this than what it is. I just like getting things out there sometimes, and I didn't want to waste anybody's time with a pointless post somewhere else. This isn't about solving anything. This isn't about answering a question or reaching out. It is what it is. It's words on a screen. It's digital ink scrawled across an electronic page. It's just my way of getting things out there, off my chest, I suppose. Sometimes, saying something out loud is more than enough on its own. Sometimes, sketching out a few real, meaningless words means more than composing the best piece of fiction imaginable.