Sometimes looking back at the past seems like, a series of whys as in, why did I do that, or this etc. Or just plain, well, that happened. Significance of past times now can seem, oh, that again.

Actions in a modern life can sometimes add up to series of crap shoots. Doing anything differently is sometimes a gateway drug, which doesn't work or does work, as a different or surprising destination.

How many times do we act for a determined outcome only to enter some different reality, not previously thought of?

It's like being alive enough to recognize, heck, I guess we don't know everything, yet still soldier on to the next...., ahh, um, I don't really know yet.

Oh wait a sec, I need a coffee.