Category Archives: reflection
The protagonist is the one from whose perspective we get the story. Just came back from Maleficent. Eye candy and a layered retelling of Sleeping Beauty. Someone I knew murdered his wife. He strangled her. It was one of those,
So many questions…Is life worth living? What is a measure of success or a life well lived? What is the point? Who do I love? How will I be remembered? What is my legacy? Who loves me? What is enough?
Sometimes even a little is too much. When even some /sigh feels like a screaming complaint of first world problems it is time to turn everything off. No stream of other. No picture. No news. What is now? It’s breathing.
Music and savage beasts and all that. Stepping up scales hoping for my head to break surface. It’s closer. I can see the light. In the meantime, music. It’s a reminder of outside the self. Cool dat. The way it
It’s been a perfect weekend of beautiful weather and not talking to anyone. Thought about how very different my friend, Liz and I are. For her, thoughts aren’t quite real until they come out of her mouth. Experiences aren’t quite
Put the cane down. That isn’t a metaphor. I just put it down. Thought experiment…what if this really is the new normal? This constant low grade pain with occasional flares of what-the-fuck? Add this to the year of lessons in mortality. Little
Emotional and physical reserves dwindle, and as they do, the locus of focus shrinks and shifts to an almost pinpoint. What makes you happy? What is important? What do you need to get by? The list is very short. There
Breathing. Walking. Freedom from pain and a some food. Weak sunshine on a cool day. There really isn’t much to ask of life sometimes.