scarlett johanasson dreaming of fun

the time goes….sometimes in the wrong direction.

like going to the gym. habits, the good ones, are hard to keep.  fallen back, checking the news sites, sneaking the cigarettes, old habits that are hard to shake. the writing, swimming, reading gone to the random reactionary life of falling to the impulses. letting the day run me, instead of pretending i am in charge.

things decay. naturally they fall apart. cracks appear. in its natural state, the sheen wares off and the age advances. mold grows, lights flicker, things ware. memories fade, scars blend. in the end does any of it matter anyways?

the beauty in it, in going back, in remembering the good that could come about.

ignore the news, a new day dawns, a swimming pool awaits. change can happen, it take knowing what can be and doing what feels harder. in order to avoid deterioration you have work at going the other direction. wait for the moments, hold off a bit. don’t snack.

drink bubble water and walk instead of driving. look up and find the colors of the sky and let them be enough to remind you that it is beauty you are walking through.