Another day, another dollar.

Well, it's a new day but much of the same. No real newness but I approach this day as if it were my first and my last. Much the same thing, if you give it some thought. The eagerness we give to those things new and the eagerness we give to those things past, appreciating the significance of what has happened, finding joy in the mundanity of life. Finding joy at all.

Oxymoronic life.

So, what do you do?

So, what do you do when you don't know to do anything else?

The past couple of days my mind has been a blur. The ability to think straight impossible. Words leave my mouth and my brain feels empty, disconnected from what I just said. Unable to find the importance of my own words. Doubting the importance of my own words. Doubting the worthiness of my own words. Doubting indeed.

I believe they call it survival of the fittest. Fittest was never really defined though, only implied.