M’s writing prompts for March came with the following instructions:
“…set your timer for ten minutes and begin writing about one of the prompts listed below. Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, neatness, or anything like that; just write!”
Let us see what whimsical nonsense I can whip up in ten minutes…
I’m not a believer in predestination, but I know people are, and that’s great. In fact, I am not a believer in much other than what I can see or what can be proven.
I used to believe in all sorts of stuff, but no more. I gave that lark up a few years ago and whilst I’m still working on parts of what I believe I find that mostly, beyond that which can be proven, I think we’re a huge stroke of luck and in this mind mindbogglingly large universe we are very much a ripple in a vast ocean of chance.
Now I know I should probably have a better answer than that but you know what, I don’t. A friend of mine insists we are here for a good time not a long time and I like that. I am not talking pure hedonistic pleasures, simply the pursuit of that which makes you happy.
I reckon that when we’re dead we are simply no more and whatever energy courses through us is released when we are disposed of in which ever way we might choose.
I know it is simple and that lots of people have compelling arguments to the contrary but I don’t really care because I have found a peace that I never had at any other point in my life and I’m rather happy with that.
