The days have kind of blended together lately. Broken by patches of sleep. It's weird to think, and I know it's not a unique thought, we spend a big portion of our lives with eyes closed, laying in bed.
It's funny, lately, I've been out in the world a lot, playing music, staying out late, watching people really trying hard to have fun. I think I've said it before (deja vu?) that fun isn't always what it's cracked up to be. It's the trying too hard that doesn't sit right.
Playing music is just about the best thing to do in the world. It's the playing, not what comes before or after that's the thing. I mean, I know it's probably been said before...
In fact, now that I think about it, it's all probably been said before by somebody who was once alive and is now dead, or maybe by somebody in a different language, in a completely different part of the world.
And that's alright. It's a holiday. Maybe I can just ride on someone else's thoughts today. Rest my brain.
