Apathy

I sit, staring at the red brake lights, as an unfamiliar song plays, only because I am not really listening to it. Its midnight, I have just graduated, excitement has turned to contempt, contempt for the next stage and for the past that is so easily ridiculed. I continue to drive, trying to think about how I am going to write this later, as I think about the past few years and how it has all lead to this day, wondering about friends past and events forthcoming that just may not, well, ever come. I look at some photos, snapshots of greatness without a back story because of a past marred by resentment and mistake. Time may not be powerful enough to clear the way for these memories. Life is a continuing game, like a sport with no clock and the only objective is there really is no objective. You create as you go and if one opportunity falls, you must create more, to consume your time and your thoughts, or, be left bored and curious about a past that could have been or a present stuck in the proverbial mud. So as this blog comes to a close, I reflect upon those who have gone and look for a pillow to rest my weary head on.