Mondays are just young Fridays

I, for all intents and purposes, don’t know where I am going. I have even less of an idea where I am coming from.
   To retrace my steps, to search through journals and diaries of the past, would be taking a look in the rear-view mirror. Despite objects in the mirror being closer than they appear, it will not further my intent (as unknown and unforeseen as that may seem to be).
   I will keep moving forward, a direction that is not so much chosen by me but chosen for me by the power(s) that be (intended or naturally).
   Gravity holds me in my place and allows enough freedom for movement in any direction, depth, or distance chosen (by or for me). I suppose that is both my intent and my purpose.

05/02/2022                                                       j.g.l.

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