LiveThroughIt

Life is simple.. just live through it.

I can’t do that. I need to understand; figure out. I guess I never will ‘figure out’. The great bit is: that is part of the figuring. Some say: “it’s all a joke”. They are correct. Same time.. not.

How to explain? Can I make it simple?
You got a jar. It’s your jar. You can keep it.
You can not put the world in it. You might fit some stones; a pine-cone; some piece of paper with very important writing on it; a butterfly (but, that feels wrong.. so you you let it go again).

You have this jar of the little, shitty things you found. And you want to bring it somewhere. But, you have nowhere to go.

So, there are you.. with a shitty little jar of junk.

I think that’s life.. as close as I can define it.