RACING MIND

The hour did not matter anymore.

It was 4am and his eyes were still firmly glued to the TV. When you’ve got nowhere to be and nowhere to go…

Losing tomorrow is not a problem.

Deep down, he knew that his lack of purpose was not the path he would have chosen. A life of purpose is the path that all men crave, but not all men behave in accordance with the discipline required to get there, which is why they stare at screens to numb themselves from reality.

After glaring at the TV for another hour, he slowly dragged himself from the sofa to bed. When he woke, his alarm clock read 1pm in the afternoon; a sinking sensation of doom overwhelmed him when he realised he’d already wasted the best part of another day, as he did every day, so he moved to numb himself quickly.