Day Twenty-Nine, January 29th, 2024

To anyone, everyone, or just one. Yes this is my soapbox and yes, this is where I talk. Sometimes it’s to myself sometimes it’s to the brother I know occasionally gets these, sometimes it’s to no one and just venting. I’m not a professor, I’m not a lecturer, and my intention is more or less to share the traveling of life’s findings or lessons that have either helped right the person I’ve become or the pieces that get shifted and pushed that I don’t like and or trying to change. Regardless yes, I’m on the soapbox and no it’s sadly not for justice,but for death or life or really anything because I don’t know.

So I come with a question, Is it fate that we become what we do in everything we can to not be or is it being a fatalist that brings on the idea of avoiding all causal aspects that create this very fate anyway? Does it matter or is it just a gorgeous, beautifully drawn out tapestry that really, none of us have any idea about, none of us know where we’re going, and no matter how much we plan, we can’t see the future. Or is there a soothsayer around?

I’m not here to be anything but myself. I’m here because I want to…talk, rant, rave and share my perspectives

Sorry this is so damn late, I’m exhausted and getting some news

Good night and good Morning, good morning and good night.

Memento Mori

Nosce Te Ipsum