As I sat on the edge of the meadow, I wondered if I'd been wasting my life. Yeah, I know, everybody thinks that. But not a day goes by when I don't leave projects undone, conversations unhad, stories untold.

And even now, there's so much I could do, but instead I stare at the horizon. I imagine butterflies, and wonder what simple lives they must have. No-- not simple, meaningless. Though I suppose the two are one and the same. After all, it's easy to get through a day when there's nothing you want to accomplish.

I lament the wasted time, but I know I'll change nothing. I'm here because I wasted the entire week. Next Friday I'll be here again, lamenting the waste of another week.

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Galen about 12 years ago

Geez. Depressing. But oh, oh so true.

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