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Nobody said it was easy
Hello there, old new life.
How peculiar you are. You're like a song in stereo, but only one of my earphones works. You're like someone has given me 200 pages of a 400 page book. Initially I thought I'd been given the first 200 pages, and now I realise I've actually been given every second page. Some people's lives are so simple, they know they have just half of the picture. The half they have is complete, clear, full of promise of what the other half would be like. It gives them something to strive for.
My life is like the christmas present I got one year, a cocktail set. It was one of those cheap swap-it-in-the-office type gifts. There was a cocktail shaker, a measure and an ice tongs. What I didn't realise was that the ice pick and the ice strainer were missing. I never missed them particularly, but every so often when I was chiselling at a block of ice with a steak knife (a pastime that threatens to become more injurious the more you have to drink), or holding the ice back with my fingers while pouring out a drink, I had a vague awareness that there must be an easier way to do this.
There is, usually, an easier way to do this.
There are little pieces missing out of every aspect of my life, and I only ever notice them when I'm doing something that makes me think "I'm sure this shouldn't be this hard". You make things hard for yourself though. You're the one who makes the decisions and heads down the paths and chooses the middle cup for the ball to be under. "I think that one's the queen" you say, and you're the one who goes away with a lighter pocket when life, that spiny shyster, flips over a three of clubs.
Our new house will be finished in around five weeks. When I examine that statement, for some reason there is not a single piece of me that believes it, or believes in it. It feels like it will happen to someone else. Perhaps because it has taken that long to come to pass? I'm not sure. I am tired to my bones of waiting to take another faltering step towards having the whole jigsaw.
Still.
This too will pass.
How peculiar you are. You're like a song in stereo, but only one of my earphones works. You're like someone has given me 200 pages of a 400 page book. Initially I thought I'd been given the first 200 pages, and now I realise I've actually been given every second page. Some people's lives are so simple, they know they have just half of the picture. The half they have is complete, clear, full of promise of what the other half would be like. It gives them something to strive for.
My life is like the christmas present I got one year, a cocktail set. It was one of those cheap swap-it-in-the-office type gifts. There was a cocktail shaker, a measure and an ice tongs. What I didn't realise was that the ice pick and the ice strainer were missing. I never missed them particularly, but every so often when I was chiselling at a block of ice with a steak knife (a pastime that threatens to become more injurious the more you have to drink), or holding the ice back with my fingers while pouring out a drink, I had a vague awareness that there must be an easier way to do this.
There is, usually, an easier way to do this.
There are little pieces missing out of every aspect of my life, and I only ever notice them when I'm doing something that makes me think "I'm sure this shouldn't be this hard". You make things hard for yourself though. You're the one who makes the decisions and heads down the paths and chooses the middle cup for the ball to be under. "I think that one's the queen" you say, and you're the one who goes away with a lighter pocket when life, that spiny shyster, flips over a three of clubs.
Our new house will be finished in around five weeks. When I examine that statement, for some reason there is not a single piece of me that believes it, or believes in it. It feels like it will happen to someone else. Perhaps because it has taken that long to come to pass? I'm not sure. I am tired to my bones of waiting to take another faltering step towards having the whole jigsaw.
Still.
This too will pass.
(Anonymous)
wwman
i think its why i try and stay brain numbed as much as i can at the moment.
nothing more nothing less.
the time to start living again is nearly upon us.
(Anonymous)
There better be