My time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say

I thought it would all add up to more somehow. I’m not sure what I thought it would add up to. But I thought it would add up to more.

I guess it was my bad. Human life is like this fleeting thing. We flash in the sky for a moment. And then we’re gone. And maybe there’s no more to it than that.

When somebody I know dies — which happens often these days — I often look at their lives and think: “Is that it??” It’s like there’s this sense of incompleteness to their lives. They were on the planet Earth living their lives, doing their thing, in their own unique way, and then it’s over. And that’s that. And there’s no more. It seemed like it was leading up to something. But then it’s over. And that’s it.

I guess I thought there was something more. To all of this. You go through all the years struggling and striving to make some kind of life for yourself. And that’s it. It ends.