Super Bowl Sunday

 I'm looking all around today at this group of people that have accumulated around me


Honestly I hate this fucking shit


Couldn't care less about the ball being tossed around, I find it kind of hilariously pathetic actually, focusing on things so trivial and meaningless.


But then it hits me again like it does when I start to think this way; If you find enough stability in life to have spare time, and to find ways to use it, a lot of time is spent on your choice of trivialities, and who am I to question someone else' version of filling their empty space, their freedom?


That's the point of freedom, the option to waste it, to sit in it, to use it for nothing but throwing a ball around in a field and watching it fall


Trivialities make up a lot of meaningful moments I suppose, exercising freedom is joy, no matter what the activity, it's joy, purely because you've had the opportunity

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