A Life Of Quiet Contemplation

People are strange.  

They are constantly angered by trivial things,

but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives,

they hardly seem to notice.

– Charles Bukowski

The old man lived a life of quiet contemplation.

One thought nagged, should he be doing something

more useful with his time.

And what would it be.

And why should he try and who would care.

What does it really matter anyway.  To whom?

Would anybody notice.  Do you care.

Then why do you ask.

Something to think about

perhaps.

I could be wrong.

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