Tied up in knots. Standing on the wall that was just ten feet from the land ten minutes ago, I looked up and realized I was more than ten miles out. There is no time before the storm comes. I'm unsure what effort could yield an outcome where I am not completely overwhelmed. Indeed, something to keep me occupied.
The time of reckoning has arrived. What was, is now, not. What do you value? What do you know? What you value is not needed, and what you know means nothing. So, where do you go from here? Sweet denial rises in the east, and it will do so again tomorrow. Then it becomes clear that the names change, but there is nothing new; that is the reality. Deal with it.
This may be the last day of our acquaintance, of this year of this decade, but many more have come before me and many more will be after me. It makes me wonder how people in my youth could not be absolutely depressed when they saw that old man vs baby thing at the dawn of every new year. The very act of being entertained by it is stealing time. It takes and never gives back. Someday, we'll figure it out, and the days when you could do something will have passed. Although there are things we can do, our feet will be stuck in the crevice of the things we cannot do. The second attack arrives.
Although the principles remain the same, the laws of physics that we invent change with every new day. What was important yesterday may need to be jettisoned the following morning. You cannot look back. There is the strength, embracing the futility of that which is futile and knowing what cannot be melted away.
There comes a day when the beach is endless, but I am small. One billion miles away, the real call for payment comes; it should take forever to catch up, and yet it already did, one hundred years before I was born. To see clearly is all I should ever ask for, need, and want. Everything else is distraction, futility, and diversion.
Just chill out man,
Just chill out...
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