State of the Union
If you view every day as an opportunity to be happy then you have to be prepared to allow for the intersection of good and bad. Sort of like it’s raining but that means the trees are getting fed.
The absolutes just don’t measure up as much as the greyish, uncertain and mysterious pieces.
I’m not sure why I’m attracted to someone who is not attractive (not speaking physically here) – and that goes for friends and menz – and sometimes I find the very person who repulses me to be the one I seek – when I know I know better.
I know that at the end of the day my work in my job will not be as appreciated as if I were a man doing my job. It’s kind of something that you experience in disbelief and then come to know as true.
Or that a dear friend can suddenly opt out of the arrangement for shallow reasons that belie their own insecurities and fears and in the end see you as the problem, not themselves.
That there is no such thing as a professional relationship because all relationships become personal unless you are dealing with a robot.
And motherhood means that when the child is born the mother begins to die and there is no halting that process although there could be interruptions and reversals that lead to tragedy but usually there is simply the mother-child bond which explains nothing but the inexplicable.
Or when you sometimes know you should be doing something, should be feeling something, should be giving something, and you can’t. And your inability to act causes a stone to sit on your chest.
No, not all things should be explained – as in, I am no longer there with you because I felt you were no longer there with me – and we are as simple as that.