To some life is about success, accumulating money,
I failed at that. I even failed at killing. that’s how useless I am.
Getting one over on other people, gives a fleeting feeling of joy,superiority.
You can become powerful, living in your temporary freedom with all your wealth.
Ruled by your ego with all the illusions you can buy.
I saw an old man sitting on a seat once,when I was younger.
I thought – what is he doing?
He’s not doing anything. I couldn’t handle it, How could anyone just sit?
What’s wrong with him?
Everything I’ve done in my life – it all came back to that moment.
The man on the seat.
Everywhere I went. What was his secret?
He must’ve been doing something.
Age shall not Weary
I got older. Old enough to look for seats when I was out walking.
I got even older – I wouldn’t walk unless I knew there was a seat.
Older still – I would go just to sit on the seat.
Then it hit me. I was the old man now.
From my youth I searched my whole life trying to find the secret of that old man.
I found it by just sitting down on a seat.
I knew the secret.
The old man was incontinent.
Have you ever wasted your time on anything?
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