Not enough time on my hands.

Here we are again. Have you realized that life is like a roll of toilet paper?
The closer to the end, the faster it rolls.
Carpe Diem, if you are so inclined.
Once I was more open to change, and growth. As time retreats, my desire to renew and expand my consciousness is lessened. There is so much to consider and remember. So much that influences and cajoles. When will this journey end? What is the destination? For that matter, where did it begin?
I no longer am accepting donations, only memories.
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Another day

So many paths to follow...all leading to the same end. I have come to a realization that life is inclusive and exclusive. I am no longer afraid of death, as I perceive it as no different than the time before my birth. I know nothing of that, and I know nothing of what is to come. There is no reason to suspect that it will be any different.
Having discovered this concept, the present becomes more important. Shall I be moral and caring, or narcissistic and self-centered? What should be the compass guiding my behavior and existence? Why should the opinion of anyone else have meaning for me?
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