The basics

The desire to be "here" wasn't my own. Looking forward, this moment will be insignificant, post-hole boring, and obviously adolescent. Just being myself, nothing great nor dreadful. Alive, not content, working on the idea of creating something better than yesterday. Now, wondering how building momentum for tomorrow's crap fest will smell in hindsight. As 40 is supposed to be over-the-hill, my journey to the top seems to have just begun. All signs say, "Though you have traveled far, this oily road has just begun." So cheer up you broken, bored, and burdened ass.