I think it would be safe to state that as a species we’re largely self-obsessed freaks. I included. Of late I’ve been consumed with thoughts of my future, I need to make a handful of D’s that set me east/west, up/down, reduce/empower me.
Cuz you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable. It’s from a song, but it captures the sentiment.
D’s. Decisions. It’s an ugly word sounds like you’re slicing infinite possibility into jigsaw shaped pieces that need to be forced into your popup picture book life.
The Universe generally succeeds in popping me out of the self-centered bubble. Lately I’ve failed to see the subtle hints due to vision blurred by ingratitude. It’s been taking a Karmaful day to slap me out of it. Karmaful days like the one a few weeks ago when I went to the vending machine to buy a Hershey’s bar, and instead of one chocolate bar for $1 I got 3.
Maybe it’s not heartlessness that’s creeping up on me. Maybe it’s just exhaustion and lack of sleep. Maybe things are still happy and shiny.
Maybe I just need a nap and not a metaphor involving throwing rims on a Cadillac.
