Last day of an orbit
The day isn’t actually 24 hours long. It’s why we have leap year. You’d think the calendar would be metric.
This year has been intense. In a good way.
I’m still moving forward, still breathing, still fighting.
I am many things, and there are many more things that I am not.
The journey of a life, measured in whatever manner isn’t one that should be considered in space-time but in growth, in that quasi-desperate, quest-for-answers-in-universe-that-offers-only-questions, kind of way.
I still want to know why. But I am getting a bit more comfortable with knowing the what when where and how, only a bit.
Why is always the question. The only one that really matters. Purpose, place – peace, they all come from why.
Some people find their own whys I like those, the idea that you can carve yourself out a bit of peace in this world.
But ever-always lurking in the darkness at the edge of my fire is the eternal why that I want answered.
See you next orbit, millions-year-old-evolved-mammals.
❤
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