Finally my mortality is made obvious.
Laid bare for me to see like goods at a trade fair. And as much as I wish I could see myself as perfect, my imperfections and precarious balance are obvious and my eye sees clear like a reflection of the sun on a roofing sheet in the hot sun of February.
January… decisions made stay with you for the rest of the year. Well, apparently I’v made one. It’s not necessarily a good one. But it’s what I want. It is what it is, and I want what I want.
All I want is a clear conscience while I get it.
I guess we’re all just inherently selfish, at the end of the day.