Yet another day is coming to a close.
The wind roars outside, mimicking the sound of the ocean as I can't quite recall the last time I was within its vast greatness.
Darkness has come, outside the small apartment window and the light inside does not allow me to witness the trees bashed by the roaring wind, disguised as ocean waves to my wishful ears.
The sweet melody of Rilo Kiley plays on the stereo accompanied by her cynical lyrics, delivered with a soft light voice slightly jaded by life.
Partial satisfaction of work accomplished while ignoring all that is still to be done. A few more hours will lend to greater satisfaction....
and a life less lived, by one's perception.
It's only temporary... the words run through my head. Perhaps if I keep hearing it I will one day listen, and accept that more is yet to come.
Though more is not necessary, we look forward... yearning for it... effortlessly working harder to achieve it, though what it is, we do not know.... exactly.
Now is nice. More experiences would be nice, but less things. Less hoops to jump through and less busy work. Additional experiences to broaden my thirsty perspective, anxiously waiting to be pushed, pulled, and expanded.
Will tomorrow be the same? Hopefully not....
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