Punt!

Good morning!

I have no idea about writing today, which usually leads to some good stuffs.

Today, however it's leading to a big pile of garbage…

For the last five years or so, I've felt like I needed a plan, a scheme, a dream to work towards and to inspire the people about me. Maybe it's my age, maybe I had too much stardust in my eyes, but I look around and see that life is like a gondola, and we're all just punters, pushing off the mud at the bottom.

I want to rip, I want a revolution, I want dancing and laughter in the streets, yet I don't have a plan, and besides, the Tao Te Ching tells me that force is met with force, in the end, there would be no accomplishment. Do men truly build our age, or is it that the age builds our leaders? Both, neither? I dunno.

And yet, there are times where I wake up and realize that my goals are being met, and I'm not even really noticing it happen. What would happen, I wonder, if I dreampt bigger? Lived with wider eyes, and a larger smile? Actually learned what sacred play was all about?

Guess there's one way to find out.


Waffles.