The rain is lightly tapping on the windows. A drop rolls down the pane and joins some of its brothers. They combine into one large raindrop streaking towards the earth. I watch it with glee as a second large raindrop begins to roll down the window at the same time as the first. The two raindrops plummet towards the bottom of the window. Which one will win?
The minor distractions of the day plague me. I always have something occupying my mind but most of the time the occupations are of little to no consequence. Just kind of floating through life taking care of the minor things and making sure my clothes are clean. What's the next big purchase? Where's the next big move? What's the next big plan? I spend so much time thinking about what's next but never acting on it. Never forcing myself to take a step towards the next phase of life. It's probably because I'm scared. I'm scared of the next step. I don't want to get old.
