I do not long for something remarkable.
Yet, ultimately, this is precisely that which I wait for.
How long shall I wait?
Upon reading and rereading, it seems the mundane inevitably unfolds into a profound realization, thus, making up that which one becomes.
Thought and a significant lack of forethought lead me,

“…To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question…”


T.S. Eliot