Life goes on after a huge event that you dedicate weeks and months and years of your life to. No matter how stressed you become or how far down you fall, life will always continue as if you're not there. In truth, you're not, though. You are completely insignificant on this great marble and time ticks without you replacing the battery, that's for sure.
So why do I choose to do so many things that consume so much of my life for such long periods of time? Why do I do that? I can't honestly answer that question more than some unrelated phrases that all link together in my head but apparently nowhere else. If I did everything I wanted in life, I would never have a home, never have a car, and I would never take a vacation. My work would be my vacation and I would do nothing but travel.
I don't know why I started writing this...but I began it at 2am...during my caffeine crash. Just a heads up to all readers
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