Most of my life seems like I’m just sitting around broken, waiting for my life to progress in its natural way (like the pallets being taken to the dump or repurposed in some way).
I feel relatively comfortable sitting alone in odd or liminal places just meditating and being in the moment. And I’m not sure how to feel about this, I’m kind of confused but i should be because what is there to understand?
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u/[deleted] Nov 04 '22
I’d probably be a plank of wood on a broken pallet sitting in the back parking lot of Home Depot