falling short

i wish i could find a way to get people i would want to sit next to me on the train to sit next to me on the train instead of the people who sit next to me on the train.

I feel like a terrible person for saying that.

I should be open to everyone

And everything

But I fall short.

Again and again.

I fall short.

I wish I did not fall short.

I was placed upon this planet to live up to my potential as a human.

But so far, I am falling short.

How can someone who is so tall fall so short?

My legs are far too long for the seats on the very train where I want someone to sit next to me, whoever you are. I know you’re out there.

But what is the purpose of being tall if I am falling short?

I am thinking a lot about purpose these days, as I struggle with purposelessness.

Unless I can find purpose in searching for purpose.

If that is the case, then I guess I may be falling less short than I imagine.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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