OUT OF UNSEEMLY TRENCHES
Wednesday, March 31, 2021 - daily column #6714
When things are going well, it’s easy to be happy.
When things are going poorly, it’s easy to be sad.
I prefer a balance between extreme times, but I don’t think I’ve ever been a good even-keel emotionally, or maybe it’s undiagnosed ADHD?
While I complain about vacillations, those short steep hills and cavernous valleys of winter darkness and discontent where life’s recent chapters have gone to smoulder and rot, the truth is there is a comfort to it, like having some tension or torque involved – like a not-so-subtle g-force, digging in an edge on a steep slope to avoid schussing straight down a suicidal run.
And, while life’s pace hasn’t slowed more for me than the age-clock has for anyone else, I try to take life at a slower measured pace than I used to, which causes some things to pile up and accumulate.
Life has enormous burdens – the ones everyone has, and the ones we take on for ourselves, for a combined weight known as impossible. Before we break or break down or fall completely apart, we need to take some time to lighten our load, to carry less.
And maybe to care less too.
But things piling up is like the reading pile on that table next to the tub – now and then, I have to throw away good reads to make room for those I toss on the heap.
Reader feedback:
You are so right. Everything starts with an idea but some days easier said then done putting it into action, MJ, Calgary, AB
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