Holes...

Today my thoughts wandered.  As if they were lost, but didn't really want to be found.  I ran across ideas, dreams, doubts, fears, colors, life, and death.  I couldn't spend more than a few moments dwelling on any of those without heading down a different path.  But one path stood out among the rest.  The further along I walked the more real it became.  

I saw myself digging a hole, with no intention, just digging.  I didn't seem happy to be digging, but I didn't seem unhappy either.  There was nothing special about the hole.  It was exactly what you'd expect.  I spent my life digging the hole.  And then I died in that hole.  

A depressing thought on a such a cloudy day and how it would be a horribly depressing post.  Whether saint or sinner, all share the same end.  The bottom of a hole with a shovel in your hand.  

But I think I may have found a treasure while I was digging.  Though it may not last forever I'll enjoy it today.  Lighten up.   I'm Adam.  You've been blogged.