Arses Tomorrow, Perhaps.

Posted by zeno on August 5, 2009

Life goes on, the world turns and day slowly overcomes night.

In my little corner of existence life seems pleasingly mellow, yet, when there are no ripples or sub-surface currents, my mind has developed two basic ways of responding to the various tomorrows that could appear.

Half the time I worry that something big and black and overwhelming is lurking around the corner and I worry that somehow the delivery notes got mixed up and I have someone else’s life, but they are going to want it back. Soon.

The other perpetual hum at the back of my unfashionably cluttered mind is a glorious, expectant excitement. An assurance that, as I take my next step, a huge bubble of wonderfulness is about to burst and shower me in joy and success and all things sparkly and golden.

I don’t always feel these things in a recognizable or describable way; only when I am not sufficiently distracted by the mechanics of actual living or the minutiae of the daily grind, but they underlie everything that is within me.

And so my responses are not always what people expect, suck it up.

But life does go on.