All that glitters is not always gold
Mere seconds after I had gotten off the couch to change the song on my playlist, I heard a loud crash follow, which I later identified as my one piece of "large" wall art tumbling onto the ground. This can be remembered as the same piece that earlier this year lost its glass frame in an unfortunate accident involving me and a simple task of hanging a picture. Upon posthumous examination, I found that for the past ten months, it had been miraculously imposed on the wall not by the metal backing, but rather a small, abnormal wedge of very lightweight cardboard.So I asked myself, what is it that keeps "us" hanging on? Is it something equally as fragile? And how long does it last before its ultimate demise? Is it the idea of hope that keeps me waking up day after day, year after year, set about on essentially the same path? And if it is indeed hope, then hope for what? What makes those days that when I retreat from all living breathing beings and am so overwhelmed with darkness and misery so different from the majority of days when I have a cheerful conversation with Neil, the garage attendant, or smile at nameless passersby? I won't venture a guess, and maybe it's better to not question the grand scheme of things; just a notion that I will throw out into oblivion...
posted by Sheila @ 8/27/2004 06:58:00 PM
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