I keep trying...

 I keep trying…

Hawkins says everything in life is predetermined. I was meant to be writing this post today at this very second. With ranging theories from Angels, Reincarnation, Virgins and Celestial Heavens, one might as well believe Hawkins or rather consider him in the same reference as a visionary.

But then why do I keep trying. Whatever that is destined for me is already determined.

So then should I just lie on my couch every night, laptop on my lap!

Whatever fate awaits me is what it is. People think I lead a life of debauchery. But if you look carefully I am in fair nick for my age, despite the diabetes. My blood pressure average always stays normal, I eat to live, I eat well, I prefer vegetarian meals and I exercise frequently. Oh and I get loads of rest. All I need to do is put on my favourite playlist to aid drowsiness and deep sleep follows. The real brilliance behind this is that all I need is 15 minutes; I wake up a new man. So whenever the opportunity presents itself, i.e. Morning commute to Kings Cross takes about 30 minutes on the train. Perfect timing to take a nap. Also which I am even able to while standing up on the train.

So my reasonable health means I can’t leave as fast as I would like to. So I need to keep trying…

 Trying what has been determined. Or trying because although you can’t achieve it, the gods will help you achieve it, the gods will suffer your persistence with reward. But are you really going to own a McLaren one day? Take the Virgin Intergalactic to space? Own peace of mind with a piece of estate in Totteridge? Open an animal orphanage in Kattaragama?

I am living in someone else’s life. This shite can’t have been predetermined for me.

We were all playing quarter draws. The Midwestern College must have accessory, a sorority girl on my lap, playing quarter draws with the summer school speed freaks on the kitchen table. She keeps kicking me under the table. I am confused. She’s my friends date; he’s a great bloke. I am too beer’ed up to be bothered, but none the less I am thinking not nice. Stuff in life that you best pretend never happened.

All that stuff if predetermined, oh well I wish someone had told me then what is to follow, I would have definitely nailed her, she was H O T.

Why should I try? If someone built a time machine would they remain the same age they started in real time? Should they decide to live there for a while, would they age in that period and in case they came back would age be the only constant with the years changing.

Life.

Never the less, I keep trying…

I keep trying…

Hawkins says everything in life is predetermined. I was meant to be writing this post today at this very second. With ranging theories from Angels, Reincarnation, Virgins and Celestial Heavens, one might as well believe Hawkins or rather consider him in the same reference as a visionary.

But then why do I keep trying. Whatever that is destined for me is already determined.

So then should I just lie on my couch every night, laptop on my lap!

Whatever fate awaits me is what it is. People think I lead a life of debauchery. But if you look carefully I am in fair nick for my age, despite the diabetes. My blood pressure average always stays normal, I eat to live, I eat well, I prefer vegetarian meals and I exercise frequently. Oh and I get loads of rest. All I need to do is put on my favourite playlist to aid drowsiness and deep sleep follows. The real brilliance behind this is that all I need is 15 minutes; I wake up a new man. So whenever the opportunity presents itself, i.e. Morning commute to Kings Cross takes about 30 minutes on the train. Perfect timing to take a nap. Also which I am even able to while standing up on the train.

So my reasonable health means I can’t leave as fast as I would like to. So I need to keep trying…

 Trying what has been determined. Or trying because although you can’t achieve it, the gods will help you achieve it, the gods will suffer your persistence with reward. But are you really going to own a McLaren one day? Take the Virgin Intergalactic to space? Own peace of mind with a piece of estate in Totteridge? Open an animal orphanage in Kattaragama?

I am living in someone else’s life. This shite can’t have been predetermined for me.

We were all playing quarter draws. The Midwestern College must have accessory, a sorority girl on my lap, playing quarter draws with the summer school speed freaks on the kitchen table. She keeps kicking me under the table. I am confused. She’s my friends date; he’s a great bloke. I am too beer’ed up to be bothered, but none the less I am thinking not nice. Stuff in life that you best pretend never happened.

All that stuff if predetermined, oh well I wish someone had told me then what is to follow, I would have definitely nailed her, she was H O T.

Why should I try? If someone built a time machine would they remain the same age they started in real time? Should they decide to live there for a while, would they age in that period and in case they came back would age be the only constant with the years changing.

Life.

Never the less, I keep trying…