Daily Report Number 13
Bob laugh. Bob so silly. You don’t say a word even though they are waiting for you to speak. You never needed other people to realize that you existed. You have always dreamed of being the tall dark cowboy riding away in the sunset. But, instead, you must return each day, face the same people, and act as though you care. Being a human every day is harder than it appears. No wonder, you think, people consider the setting sun to be so beautiful to watch as it escapes into tomorrow. Bob.
The Rusty Sage Brush is a metaphorical dancing in the rain. A blog about life, thought, pointing at the water and discovering how to not take oneself too seriously while learning how to embrace each moment with childlike joy.
Tuesday, September 3, 2024
The Bob Report (Apples Not Included)
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