Sometimes, I see the futility of my existence.
Like this morning. I'm sitting there, in my car, having my peanut butter and Nutella sandwich for breakfast, and all of a sudden, I realize how utterly pathetic human existence is.
It was one of those moments when I felt so completely and utterly alone. It was one of those moments when I truly understood that the human race is an anomaly; that we were never meant to destroy the planet with this gross consumerism.
Sometimes, I feel like there is really no point to any of it. No point to getting my degree, no point to making friends, no point to any of the things I do each and every day. Because in the end, I will die all alone.
Sometimes, it is hard to put one foot in front of the other and keep walking my path.
When I have those moments, I feel absolutely alone and lonely.
Thanks to N.A. (Narcotics Anonymous) and The Band, I know that we are none of us alone. We are all connected.
So, even if there is no point, even if the human race is the anomaly that was never meant to be, at least I have good company. I'm With The Band.
Sometimes, y'all help me and don't even know it.
Like this morning.
That wound up being a good sandwich. Tasted like Reese's Peanut Butter Cups or something.
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