I don't know what I'm doing. None of us do. How could we. We'd be living our own Groundhog Day. But I can guess pretty much what's going to happen, it happened yesterday, and the day before. I wait and look and hope for something to suprise me, and when it does I laugh or I'm afraid� but always I'm interested.
And if there isn't enough surprise in my life, I create it. I try and pretend I didn't so it can be a surprise, but I create it. The small encounters that I dramatise. The stories I read so that I can pretend surprising things are safely happening to me. The acts of random chaos that happen to others and allows me feel the wind as the juggernaut of life narrowly misses me again.
I think I'll try and create something surprising with my life, rather than out of the events that happen to me.
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