("Postcards from Nowhere")
What madness, these lives we call ours? They are never ours, ours alone. One day it comes to us. We do not own them. Perhaps, we think, they own us. We struggle to dredge up meaning from the past, to put things into context, to make it all seem a solid, coherent entity. But we know only one thing. We drift toward some inevitable, certain future, unmistakable, unavoidable. In a cold panic, we try to stake our claim. Drifting, drifting, drifting.
drifting isnt all that bad:)
ReplyDeleteI seem to be in a drift mode most of my life, maybe that's way I'm still a poor southern boy chasing dreams, my angel and fish :)
cool pictures, keep working bro, you got talent!
drift on,
Danny
I definitely agree that our lives are not our own. I think they belong to the universe...and the only control we have is how we react to what the universe throws at us...more backpaddling than drifting sometimes.
ReplyDeleteThe problem is, we all know where we are heading.
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