Distancing

 Currently 11:50pm. It is another night I find myself in a sea of emotion. Oh how I've missed this. It's enough to make my heart swell, my eyes water, my soul sing. I keep finding myself in this area of life where I am looking through a window at others. The older I grow, the father I stray from humanity. I think at some point, I will be in a place so far that I will no longer look through this window, the glass no longer peaking my curiosity. Is it normal I wonder? Is this a certainty that everyone who ages will come to this same conclusion? At times I wonder if my words and actions hold any meaning. I can gloat, I can praise, I can do many a thing, but it all seems meaningless. In the end, the only reasoning behind these things is the meaning that I choose to give it. I can throw a tantrum, and destroy every relationship I've ever had, throw myself into a river of traffic, and like a glimmer from a shard of glass, my life could extinguish. What does one even need the reasoning behind meaning? I think, it's because of this human need to find reasoning in existence. To have some sort of comfort in a chaotic and uncaring life. I would be lying to say I've never heard the call to the end. Regardless, it is not in my best interest to fling myself into such thoughts, there is still much to do before the end. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but the end will always be there, and to a certain degree I find comfort in it. Comfort in the day that it might finally come, and whisk me away.