One day the electric goes off and the next day a check comes quickly. One day the world is crisp and clear and cool and the next day the smog bites deep into the throat and the obnoxious driver in the other lane seems menacing and evil.
No one knows what’s really up. Please don’t try to tell me you know someone who does. Philosophize or dramatize or lionize all ya want, in the end it is moments that matter, present moments in the right now.
Why are we so tough on each other? So critical, so full of judgment and jury and meanness? Who the Hell knows? Not me.
And why do some embrace the Positive as if life was so simplistic. I know people who will not hear a word of negativity, they throw up a guard, resist....any of it.
The clouds of negativity are always there. Like neutrons or entropy or spilled soup. Hey, it’s OK. Bad things happen. But the little toys are there silent in the holy shadows, still with emptiness and the finite joy of complete nothingness.
It would be nice sometimes to live in a vacuum wouldn't it? Someplace where all the negativity and anger couldn't get in, where all the sappy niceness and unrealistic expectations had to wait outside. Someplace where you could just be? Ah, but that would not be life.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful writing.