It’s all about getting lost and the ensuing struggle to right oneself to a state of foundness.
It’s all about complication and the inadvertent and futile human ambition to make it simple.
It’s all about getting, being, delving into, and embracing life’s reckless messiness.
It’s all about finding definition in a blurry, fast-paced, and relentless stream of haze.
It’s all about the desire to make meaning out of something that we cannot prove, nor can we ever hope to actually comprehend.
It’s all about saying we did, but really didn’t.
It’s all about self-preservation with undertones of compassion and the occasional selfless act.
It’s all about earning, saving, and then blowing it all. It’s the universal unspoken and taboo knowledge that as much as we hang on to things, they always eventually slip or are spent away.
It’s all about wanting to know more.
Or do more.
Or feel more.
It’s all about going through every human and inhuman experience to define and figure out what it is to be human and what sets us apart from the rest of the universe.
It’s all about…
It’s all about…
It’s all about…
Being alive.
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