I’m just lying here.
My old computer died.
I had it for 9 years.
I loved that thing.
The keys that stuck
The melted screen
and the broken power cord.
Do we have a destiny?
I don’t want to fade away and be forgotten,
but who I am when I am not myself makes me want to hide.
I’ve made decisions for all kinds of reasons,
but the purest ones were done out of curiosity.
I want to see what I can do.
I know why some men work 16 hour days until they’re 75.
They don’t work for the same reasons as the rest of us.
They don’t do it for money.
They know they will move the world, and that is enough.