Its raining. Hard. And I’m reminded that
life is a beautiful, heady, overwhelming thing. So much feeling crammed into
so few hours of every day. You wake up tired, or hungry, or hungover, or
anxious, sometimes you wake up peacefully or with great anticipation. You
stagger – we all stagger – into your daily routine. Breakfast, lunch, dinner;
for the lucky amongst us they sign post our days and help to compartmentalize
our thoughts. “If I could just submit this report by lunch,” “I’ll meet
you at 6 o’clock for dinner,” “Its only been 2 hours since breakfast!? I’m starved.” We love the moments
that we love and every other moment falls into a category of fear, anxiety,
regret, stress, pressure, embarrassment, anger, frustration, uncertainty, oh
the list goes on. All of these in a day, sometimes, and a million more besides.
But that’s life at the micro level. That’s
life lived small, moment-to-moment, taking stock of everything that go’s right,
or go’s wrong, and tipping the scales of our minds with them to see where we
end up.
I do not wish to live a small life.
