Perspective on the Rocks

I've been overwhelmed with reflection. The kind that blinds you so bad you have to remind yourself to breathe regular.

Is it existentialism or realism? Or just escapism at its most neurological. I know it's easy to rationalize avoiding the meaningless. But it's hard to hold on to any present perspective when it's always being rocked by all those persistent perspectives past. Oh well, I think I can at least forgive myself this one.

All I'm saying is, whoever said hindsight is 20/20 must have been a lot older than 21.