We probably won’t remember the time we spent juggling shit for the bosses, or trying to make people happy, or make them understand certain things like being more conscious, or make them appreciate good music, etc. We won’t remember repainting our stupid house, or recalibrating the colors on our useless television sets because of the wife’s sensitive eyes. Hell, we won’t even remember the mesmerizing time we spent walking on the crunchy autumn leaves. Yes, even the sound and the smell of autumn will be gone but… walk in the autumn leaves and breathe the autumn air. In the end, it’s all the same. It’ll all nothing. Nothing is the only constant encompassing the all. Anything else that exhibits itself as a something, is a temporary confusion masquerading itself to be a thing; at times even THE thing.
It’s all nothing. So, choose one good thing out of all. It will still be a nothing, but it will be much better than the rest of the nothings.
I vote for autumn leaves.
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