24 Apr 2008. 6:28pm.
What is it about the empty page that has suddenly become so imposing?
I've sat here staring at this blank notebook with nothing but a date and a page number written for almost an hour.
Maybe that's just it. Nothing worth mentioning has happened since the last time I wrote in here.
Boring, boring life.
But at least I'm alive - I like that better than the alternatives at this point.
Why do I like that better, though? I'm confident in my faith that there's another world after this one - a continual progression, a constant evolution of self to the eventual goal of perfection (and none of that boring 'sit on a cloud singing to Jesus' stuff that mainstream Christianity seems to be jonesing for so badly). Wouldn't it be nice to slough off this mortal coil and move forward?
But I like it here. While I know in my heart there is that proverbial más allá, does it have tuna fish sandwiches? Does it have music that makes my synapses fire unlike ever before? Does it have a beautiful sea where I can sit on a bench and visually devour it while enjoying my tuna and music?
While I know it'll be awesome, and I'm sure it'll be better than here (although, some days, I can't imagine how), I'm okay with staying here and experiencing these things I love for awhile longer.
Eternity's a long time.
I'm sure it'll still be there when I'm done here and ready to go.