Oh FUDGE

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We seem to think that we have all of the time in the world, but, we all die in the end.

My entire life I have filled and then discarded many journals and many more attempts to write with reckless abandon – but I lost too much to the should and shouldn’t.

Fear — Uncertainty — Doubt — Guilt — Existential Crisis = FUDGE

 

But spending time out in the desert under the darkest skies imaginable – I have come to realize that I AM INSIGNIFICANT. What I do, what I say — no one cares. Since I am but one speck on a planet of nearly 10 billion people and part of what is most likely a multi-universe it makes it less likely that I am going to make any real change to anything of value for the millenniums to come. So here I am — writing for me.