Funny, the things that happen in our lives that allow us to move on . . . from longing and regret. Never anything earth shattering, sometimes just a soft sound or a rustling (metaphorically, of course).
And you always want the earth shattering, the end, the finality. Want to make it go boom and poke it with a stick, which never makes it better. But instead, it is like the state between being aware and daydreaming . . . you can't make yourself be in that state or remember it anyhow.
Today I got out of bed and it was okay.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I have had coworkers with PhDs, and your reasoning for getting one seems to be as good as any they gave...
Shouldn't this comment be with another post? Anyhow, thank you . . . I think being able to go to the bathroom is an awesome reason to go back to school.
Post a Comment