I've been thinking a lot lately,

about life 

and love and the like, 

(a term lost on me thus far).

and the pursuit thereof.

I witness people in the midst of it,

I mean knee deep in the stuff,

and I can appreciate it

(I do really!)

but I don't really get it,

seriously.

I imagine it to be a state of mind

not at all unlike going out-of-doors on a perfect day

and enjoying the sun

and colors 

and the grandeur of it all,

When

I can be a do-nothing

and be alright with it,

just sitting around

basking in the stuff.

But there are sometimes it just seems

like killing time,

waiting for something to happen.

But

this begs the question,

What takes precedence over this?

If this is not how we're are to squander life,

then how?

It's possible

I'm not cut out for the job,

doomed to live a single existence.

(I'm fine with that I guess, really I can be.)

But I don't know man,

I'm just rambling.

To clarify,

I believe love

or whatever

to be a stronger force than my

appreciation of the out-of-doors,

every single day of the week.

And life is a series of bus passes,

our job is to make our transfers and get where we're going.