Find myself gravitating to stasis. Baseline. Flatline.
Same old. Same grind, same rut, same accidental friends. Like a gaggle of bar flies you see at the same dive every night. Talking about being and going and wanting and living, but never really doing it. Just surviving on the stories of strangers. Shit, maybe that’s just me.
I have dreams of travel, of going outside my bounds, of seeing, of experiencing. Renewal. But my eyesight is short, long view dim. Nearest I can focus is the following weekend. Miracle if I can focus beyond the next five minutes. It’s a problem.
My life needs a swift kick in the pants. Not a push, but a pull.