The absurdity of life.

Indeed. I am lost. Wandering. All over the place. I'm supposed to be making decisions. That help me find my way. And I have no clues. It's strictly a day to day thing. A case of random selection. Taking this or that turn. Some days. I don't feel like turning at all. Merely stagnating. Afraid to proceed. Or maybe it's that I need a rest. A break. A timeout. Better to drift. Doesn't matter where I end up. Yes, I was born to be a drifter.  To drift aimlessly. Better that. Than making sense of the absurdity of life. --Jim Broede