Some days just weren’t meant to be, or so it seems. This one has been a big waste, for the most part. Yeah, I’m in a bit of a funk. Who am I? Why am I here? What should I do? You know, all the really big questions. And the one answer the world keeps throwing back in my face is, “Who cares?”
So no doubt, I’m depressed and probably have been for some time. I keep checking my news feed, as if something will change my situation. I keep desperately “doom scrolling” for some glimmer of hope that there’s some sanity left in this world and that everything will be okay in the end. But it’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon, and there’s absolutely no sign of that. Rather, my body hurts all over and my brain is a blur.
Chances are, tomorrow will feel a bit more optimistic. It usually does. And especially if I can get a decent night sleep. I’ve found through many years of experience that if I can just make it through another day, despite and against all odds, I’ll have accomplished something. I call it the “last man standing” principle. That is, if you can simply outlast the worst the world has to throw at you, then YOU WIN. You’ve lived to fight another day!
But it’s too late
time for bed
because my brain
is just a weight
in my head
Here I am
but I have no idea
where or when
Chasing my thoughts
like papers in the wind
Scene fades to black
and then it all begins
again…
(from One Day at a Time by The Days on Earth)
For the moment, anyway, I’ve found some peace learning to take this life one day at a time.