59 Drafts

I've got 59 posts that I've begun to write, but for some reason or another, never got to finish it. I gave it a quick scan and came to the conclusion that they are not worth finishing.

It's funny how something I thought worthy of meaning even a few short months ago, is deemed to be nothing at all in the present moment. Just funny how that works.

All about context I suppose. As every day passes, my thoughts change ... what I find important or unimportant changes ... priorities change. Time changes everything even without meaning to. Even a short period of time.

Life is funny. Hilarious at times ... perplexing for most of it. Completely unpredictable to some extent. I mean not really, but we lead ourselves to believe that it can be. Life isn't unpredictable. It's not completely set in stone, but our every past action has led us to where we are today. So in that sense, we kind of felt the direction we were taking and knew to some extent where we were headed.

Again a post with no meaning, but this won't go in the drafts. Not all of my thoughts or posts need to be planned out. They don't all have to tell a story. They can be haphazard. Right? Well, it's my blog so the answer to the question would be one that agrees.

Am I making sense? It's okay. Not everything makes sense.