Life

I'm pretty sure I go through an entire human life cycle every day. I start off confused and disoriented, slowly gathering my faculties, discerning my situation and predicament. Then, usually just after my shower, I have about two hours of unreasonable optimism about the world and everyone in it, as well as about what I can accomplish in my short life.

The human spirit burns so brightly because it burns so quickly, am I right?

But then, I run up against limitations. My initial hope and dreams are ground down against the hard rocks of reality by the rhythmic beating of the waves of time. I am forced to realize that hope is not enough. Even that hope isn't anything at all. That's when middle-aged despair sets in and I begin to curse the God that created me with such a high hopes, so little power and such a fleeting life.

That's usually right after lunch.

The rest of the day is spent wallowing in frustration and anger at the betrayal by a world that promised so much but delivered so little. That is, until, I learn to make my peace with my place. So I didn't accomplish much in this 24 hour life. Is that so bad? At least my life wasn't cut short in the middle of the day by a post-lunch nap or some other cruel and inexplicable tragedy.

I made it to the evening and, as a result, I can spend my twilight enjoying Extreme Air Jaws on Shark Week. Maybe I didn't get everything done that I wanted, but I made it to the end. And now, I can place my head against my pillow in my rat's nest of a room, close my eyes and succumb to the inevitable.

The good news is, I get to do it all over again tomorrow.