Obviously, I must be a very clueless individual.
I have no idea or concept of what I want out of life.
I flow in and out of every fleeting moment that passes by me as I walk to my own, rhythm-deaf cadence in all the wrong directions.
I take each and every one of them seriously, only to be disappointed. It’s usually my fault, though; I blame myself for having seen any significance or outstanding worth in this or that triviality.
I have no appreciation for this life, whatsoever.
Yes, maybe I need God, or some spiritual anchor that can weigh me down and spare me a majority of the disappointments that I’ve encountered since I graduated from high school. Or I need to start moving again, rather than living every day to just go to tech school.
I just feel lost, yet again. Just clueless as ever….
So, anyway, what weighs you down? What anchors you?
What keeps you in one piece, no matter what kind of crap has happened – or *not* happened – within the last 24 hours?
Doesn’t have to be eternal – at least what stabilizes you for the time being?
Just wonderin’.
Not to split hairs, but there’s a good bit of difference between “what weighs you down” and “what keeps your hooves on the ground,” which is what I believe you’re actually asking. What weighs me down is my job, my debts, my many responsibilities, and my grim concern for what the future will bring to our unhappy little world.
What keeps me focused, centered, and putting one hoof in front of the other every day is mostly pure cussedness. I’m just too ornery to quit.
I do have a little hope, though, that if I’m dilligent, smart, and quite a bit lucky, I may just be able to salvage something from the coming apocalypse.
Though responsibilities can be a burden, they can also help keep you going. I’ve got a wife and a household to take care of, and that need keeps me working at my crappy job.
I have faith that even if I have to check out early, I know where I’ll be going (home!), since I’ve been there and back again a couple of times.
Ultimately, it comes down to a few things. I know who and what I am. I know where I’m going. I have faith that I’ll get there, one way or another. The rest I make up as I go along…
Rochndil, who has traveled a bit…