The single minded pursuit of pointlessness

Here I am again.
Obsessed with, well, myself.

The small trivial everyday soldiers of life have reached forward base. Well on their way to conquering my spirit.
Can't hold on much longer I guess.
Little more, and the deluge of inconsequential days will crush the rebellion.

I live from day to day, always hoping that the constant mono-drone that life has to offer is a short undesirable stint. Unfortunately it is not.

Expectations are inevitable. To give in to them more so. And in the end, it all comes down to money. A hell lot of it can change anything. And its pursuit is as pointless as the goal itself.

To be or not to be isn't a question. It's a joke. A good one at that. Unfortunately understanding this is not the best thing that can happen to you.