I feel like I’m obsolete. It has nothing to do with age, nor does it have anything to do with capabilities. It just seems like I lack purpose these days.

I sometimes have the sense of having been opened, used then discarded; like a disposable product. My worth is simply a temporary thing; expiring when the need or usefulness is mute.

I’ve got to keep things in check. Let things pan out on their own. After all I have been telling myself that I should just go with the flow. See where I truly fit. (In my best Yoda voice) “Back to the chambers I must go, meditate on this I must!”

TITLE: INAUDIBLE MELODIES – JACK JOHNSON

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