I feel like a dick saying this but being alive feels like a chore. With numerous tragedies happening in the world, I’m an asshole for not feeling better about life.
My deep appreciation for life is buried under physical exhaustion and pain. Covered by the fact that every task I take on is stealing energy from the future.
I’m sick of writing about it, you’re sick of reading about it. It’s like a fucking straight jacket holding back more than my arms. It’s a full on body suit of chains.
Instead let’s look at the 7 Elk I saw on the way home.
Number 7 is the number of perfection, security, safety and rest.
That sands off some rough edges.