June 13 Daily Entry -- Nothing

Nothing is true.

Nothing is permanent.

You have no secret to tell me because there is not secret. There are only moments, many of which are outside of our control, no matter how hard we pretend they are not.

I will no longer buy what you sell. I will no longer entertain your ideas.

I loosen my grip on life. I don't know what it is or what it means. I don't know where it is going, or where it should be going.

I see you grasp at it, but you don't have it either. You urge me to catch it, to become like you--or even worse--to become someone you want me to be, but you are not willing to be yourself.

I will merely watch it slip through my fingers, and enjoy how it feels as it slides by.

I want nothing. I need nothing.

I am the watcher.