One day. It only took one day, one day of hard work, one day of getting dog-tired, brain half shut down, one day of doing actual work, getting lost in it, sinking, losing sight of the surface, then kicking back, breaking out, finding yourself again. Turns out, you found more than just yourself, hurt and battered, with invisible scars and the ghost of an headache. Or you just truly found yourself. When you have no energy to think, no energy to care, things look so simple. It's all trivial when you think about it.
Hasn't it been that way this whole time? Can you remember this? Can you keep this in mind the next time another pretty face bats his eyelashes at you, the next time a mean, jealous comment burns a hole in your psyche, the next time you feel the bitter taste of your own jealousy clouding your mind and you start to think like a character from a book you'd stop reading the second you saw such behavior in?
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