Still looking at the three sides of the bill. . .
Plop… Plop… Plop…
I looked down at the little sea below caused by the beautiful rain. I saw my reflection.
I saw life. Because life is a reflection of myself. What I do and say affects what goes back (happens) to me. It reflects. It echoes.
Plop… Plop… Plop…
Why do I do things? I find one reason and quit what I started. Why did I start anyway? I started for so many reasons and quit for one single reason. I guess it’s better to do things without any reason. Or. Find one single reason to not quit, and actually acknowledge it like how I acknowledged the single reason why I started what I did.
Plop… Plop… Plop…
Suddenly, with all these questions, I asked, “why do I ask?”. Huh? Why do I? Rhetorical. Maybe all questions are rhetorical, the answer varies, it’s not even needed. I won’t look for progress. Would I progress? Rhetorical. Life simplified.
Plop!
Heh.