Close calls being what they are, and often lived through someone else (in this case a love one), I was abruptly reminded this past weekend how brief and utterly fragile this life is. God but how we waste so much time on meaningless BS, while all the beauty and wonder of glorious living either rushes by us like a train... or ticks by like the languid and misunderstood hands of a clock. Both deliver the exact same message at the exact same speed, yet... it looks so deceptively different. How is it that we miss this oh-so-important information when we need it the most? Easy...we're forever immersed in the minutia of the moment, in the meaningless hum and buzz of the machines that drive us throughout our day, our lives, the very machine that carries us to our graves as we watch through tiny, fogged windows of indifference. IF...we aren't careful.
Pull the cord and get the hell off that train, dammit!
So much harder to do than it sounds. Well, there is the alternative. F*cking JUMP! Hey, you may end up a bit bruised and bewildered, but at least you're not speeding towards that end nearly as quickly as you were. Right?
Yeah, there are a number of the ways to travel in this life. Read a book near the center isle. Grab that window seat and watch as life passes by in a blur. Sleep (ha! Like none of us hasn't ever tried that one). Try to start up a conversation with others doing the same (not usually a stimulating conversation, sorry to say). Or..do like so many and simply stare straight ahead hoping there is some destination other than the inevitable...and wait..wait..wait for the train to stop and deliver you.
I'm not sure about jumping, but pulling the cord...? I can feel it right there...just right there...at my fingertips.
What do I do now?
No comments:
Post a Comment