Frank Looking around, I don’t recognize where I am. The last thing I remember is going to bed in my home. Now I’m laying in an open field in my pjs. Sitting up, I see the field is filled with snow. It is indeed cold out and I’m freezing. I stand up and look to the sky. “Why won’t you leave me alone?!” I shout to the sky. I’m mad at whoever is doing this to me. Be it God or one of his angels, I do not know. There has to be a reason for it all. I don’t know what that reason is. What I do know is I’m cold and wet from the snow, best find someplace to dry off. I pick a direction and walk for a while. Eventually I come across a cabin. It’s a standard log cabin with four sides and a roof. Nothing out of the ordinary. I rap on the door with my fist. There’s no answer. Trying the doorknob I find it unlocked, so I enter. There’s a fireplace and a small bed in the corner. I start a fire. It heats the place quite nicely. Taking off my socks, I let them dry out next to the fire. Grabbing a b...
Feels like it's that time of year or something. Choosing to move again. It's nothing quite like moving that makes it all feel normal and special at the same time. I wish life would just once slow down a bit for me to be able to figure it all out. But I'm not sure how that will all go over if life doesn't feel like doing that.
Life isn't a game. It's not meant to be a game but a serious thing it is. There isn't much to life except the fact that you have to work for a living. It comes at you fast and you have to understand that. It's not an expensive thing to work, but it is something that has to be done.
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