Now What
It’s sunset in my laptop and in my window too as I write these lines. Serendipity again showing me the time in her wristwatch.
Baby Jesus is born everyday and Today it’s Christmas Day somewhere in the world.
Now what?
There is no rainbow, no finish line. You bought your own presents, all that fancy packaging for naught. Someone broke your heart and still no callback, time lost and never retrieved, no decency under the clouded sun, you keep wiping other people’s crap, bullies that never apologised, no vaccine for stupidity, suck up your tears, the continued awkwardness and the remorse from previous lives, the ones you’ve lived and believed, in good faith they think you’re naive, you think you’re smart but probably you’re just borderline idiot savant. You’ve done your best: collect your payback.
Should you buy a house or should you just move away and leave everything behind. Is this what normal looks like?
Boring. What to do that doesn’t hurt?
You are being born again Today: Write the next chapter of your life.
