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He’s laid by the water his head propped on his rucksack. In front of him is time behind him only chaos.
He looks up at the cloud scattered sky and thinks some deep thinks. What has been. What is. What could be. Ahh, if only, eh?
People walk past on their (merry?) way. On their life path not knowing what’s coming. Mediocracy? Fame? Fortune? Even death for some. One of life’s 2 constants. Death. And change.
The sun slips behind a cloud and a cool breeze runs around him. He lays. And he thinks.
Where does time go? Where does our life go? We get older, some wiser, some not. Some learn from mistakes while others repeat them. Addiction? Perhaps. Some make new mistakes. Where do the young versions of us go? Or the versions of us that take that other direction on life’s road of choice.
He thinks they are all out there in some other reality.
What about this reality? Does this one suck? Is this on of the dark places, one of those realities that we would want to shy away from? Sometimes, definately. But not others. Some have said to him that life is generally bad with good bits thrown in to keep him going. Cloudy with scattered sunny intervals.
Is that really the case, he thinks? If it is, what’s the point? Why bother? If the bad outweighs the good, then why? He isn’t sure if it is or not.
He lies there on the water bank and tries to find some calm. Anxiety has a hold of him today, his stomach churning and flipping. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, thinks of someone as he breathes in, breathes out. Breathes in, breathes out. There are thousands of thoughts spinning round his mind and he tries to grab one, just one to focus on but it’s gone, away in the jumble.
He opens his eyes and looks up – a bird flies overhead high in the sky. He wonders what it would be like to be up there, truly free riding the air currents. He’s a little jealous.
He closes his eyes again and tries to find some calm.
