i keep

trying to piece my life together like some big epic. you know, thats what we all want, right? thats the romantic notion. that i've used my time to do amazing things and create things which affect the world in a positive way, that i've known a few people closer than perhaps i let myself know, that i've seen some things that no one else ever would, that i've loved a few in some way that no one else would. that i've made some sort of difference in the grand scheme, if anything, to simply make it more bearable.

but what if i'm just some guy, you know?

all my adventures are more colorful to me, all my endeavors more terrifying, all my friendships more meaningful.

but only to me. to anyone else, i'm just another sack of proteins kicking around for a short time.

is that the field of subtrafuge i must travel in?

if i am truely to become my own hero, i'll need to lose that range of perception. or do i?

its a case of that old binary exclusion come back to haunt me. this or that. black or white. one or the other.

look ma, no hands!

its both, and everything inbetween.

my life is epic, because i say it is.

and, i'm just some guy... you know?