“…Nothing really matters,” my girlfriend says with her pretty eyes, “so why worry?” She may be right, but the entire idea bothers me. I want there to be weight. I want my choices to matter. She can pick and not linger, but I stand there in the aisle of the store, my hand hovering over different consumer products. All I know is that I can’t choose. She can choose but I can’t choose. I can’t choose. I want there to be meaning, but in the meantime, I can’t choose. I can’t choose, but maybe someone will help choose for me, in this valley. In this valley of time that we all live in.
This is an interesting read, and even more interesting outlook, to say the least.