A Lazy Philosophy on Life

I love the ideal of life and love more than the reality of it.

I love to sit and dream of what might be if only, if only.....

I intoxicate myself on hope, all the while knowing I will wake in the morning hung-over and miserable, lying in a puddle of my own drab reality, unable or unwilling to make any changes.

My God! What sort of tumbled, jumbled, backwards fool am I? I see possibilities of the future, yet cannot take a step towards any of them. I balk at the alternate realities of my life tomorrow, all the while fantasizing what they could be.

I'm in a dull little world of my own making and am too cowardly and lazy to move away.


Ramblin' Hoosier~