Heavy

We're strapped to a train cart on a rail. Head encased in metal with only one tiny eye hole with six feet of pipe welded onto it resting on a bipod. We can't touch it or move it. Our perception of time. Our perception of life. And we have no choice but to say, "That's life." - Taken from Slaughter House - Five

What else can we say? There's nothing we can do when our life takes a sharp turn to suck town. Like when your binder crashes to the floor and sprays out all of it's contents across the floor. Twice in the same week. Or when you get a C on Chem test that you could have gotten an A on. Or when you look at life and wonder how people can hang onto something seemingly so hopeless for so long. It doesn't make a difference. It's out of our control. All we can do is look back on the pleasant moments and ignore the bad ones. The universe's destiny is set.

I thought we controlled our future. We can change the course of history and there was no set destination. If we tried hard enough we could change the future. No inevitable future.

I don't know what to think anymore. Then again, I don't think I ever did. The only thing we can do is to keep on moving, to soldier on, even when things do get heavy.

That's life.