There are snakes basking in the sun, rolling stones music emanating from the house and an impossible amount of work to do.
"A beast of burden" starts to play.
People come and go with such purpose because they will be venturing, they live out in the country, everywhere is a journey. Everyday there is a reminder to stop and reflect, what is really important? Is time really so mandatory as it portrays itself?
The questions about life's purpose circle your head and you wonder the most obvious question we always choose to ignore, "what am I doing here?"
I personally jump into overdrive when that thought decides to torment me. And there is always endless amounts of things to get done, and time is racing away and suddenly nothing is enough. So why start?
There comes the opposing lack of motivation. The list becomes too long. And racing the sun setting is no joke. Because once it goes another world kicks in. One that makes the agony worth it because work must cease and play must commence. Fire is magic in movement. Fairy dust seems to scatter along the grass emanating from an unknown source. And looking straight up you connect with multitudes of galaxies, our portal out of this world. It all becomes one at night, and everyone comes together after a hard days work. Differences are put aside and connection is the key, for tomorrow we will be at it again. Time will fight us, creatures and elements will battle us, but the stars will guide us when night falls. And the cycle will always continue with or without us. Know your place and your (in)significance, that is the battle that is being waged currently in these worlds.
over & out. ANgr