Never say goodbye

I'm tired of being philosophical. Tired of thinking. Thinking. Thinking. All this jumbled shit in my head. Always trying to find a reason for what I see or think. Some kind of rationalization or even just stringing the words together to be eloquent. To make a statement with language. To make some kind of difference. Trying to make an impact on life. Or trying to evoke a feeling.

I love the non-sensical line in Forrest Gump: Stupid Is, Stupid Does. From the first time I heard it, I didn't have a clue what it meant. Years later, I still ponder those four words. Stupid Is - inescapable. Regardless of where you are, stupid is there. Then it acts. Stupid Does. Hmmm...