Too Late At Night
It’s that time of night when sleep probably would wash over the thoughts and the pangs of feeling that come from somewhere deep in your chest. When a lot of the bullshit parts, the details and minutiae fade from the forefront and you see for a few minutes before lights out a clear purity of desire. When you understand that you want to do, want to be part of something greater. Something that means something, to you and to other people. Something that matters. Not just success, but that it matters to humanity itself. And the conviction gets to you. It brands your heart and there is a frantic line of thought that tries to figure out the path. What can I do to get there, to connect? Then you climb into bed, and you climb into sleep. The next morning brings complacency and you are back at square one. Maybe our biology really does have built in coping mechanisms. Maybe reality is as bland as we accuse it of being.
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Joshua Tuscan spills some thoughts here and they collect in a pool. I live in Seattle, btw.
I once cried because I couldn't draw a tree the way I saw it in my head. Granted, it was kindergarten, but it was a defining moment. One of my lifelong goals has been to
ride a horse through a shallow lake, seriously, it's in my grade school journal. I lived in Barbados for a while where I almost lost my toe, which has stood as a metaphor in
my life for that time. I watch a lot of movies and sometimes I fear that it is cutting into my ability to learn foreign languages. Oh yeah, I like to write beautiful, validated code.
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