Therapeutic and democratic,
momentary and blissful
chained and withheld,
blind and confused.
There is a slow collapse going on within all people. Sure, they made hold on for plenty of time, enough time to start a family and love that family, enough time to prosper extraordinary or fail miserably…but despite this time line of their life making itself known each night and every morning, when you sleep and when you awaken.
It eventually catches every one of us. Whether near birth, or on the deathbed.
It makes life a frightening beast. One that cannot be predicted. When will the pain hit me worst? You think
So what can you do? Ignore it?…fight it?
Be the exception?
As long as you are aware of it, it won’t catch you off guard. Maybe you can recover efectively. Maybe you can lay down in peace. Maybe its inevitably won’t eat at your head each night before sleep- if you get any at all.
I have been quite aware of this collapse for quite some time, and it has hit me pretty viciously recently. I could go into the details, but it’s overtly non-essential to the occurrence at hand. I have no expectations of people and future. Because of that, I should not be disappointed- prepare myself for the worst. I expect to be shit on, and not even those I care about to pick me up. People just disappoint to an almost incomprehensible level.
There’s not enough social interest in the world. My advice?
Care about someone. It’ll keep you sane.
And let the brighter days be remembered with ease.
It’s not all dark. If you find someone you care about, with your low expectations intact, the days will shine brighter and the world will run smoother.
Until then? Hang in there…
