should i awaken to another morning?
precious
ups of life, the bitter
rivals to their key enemies, those
pitiful
lows...
exclamation point!
must we exhaust the most valuable resources
of our lives, those
upward movements, positive days filled with what rare hopes we grasp, so
negatively? is
this most
arithmetical, binary way, a means of measuring a life’s progress...
i mean can it even be done objectively? maybe not. but how
nauseating, how horrifying the alternatives. am i but a
manchild obsessed with pink and purple regality? we’re told there
are palpably quantifiable extensions to human duration when, no
jest, we
enshroud our various
selves within
the power of positive thinking.
i’ve been a staunch believer in this notion, nearly since my
earliest days. but look at me now, at such a relatively short distance of time
since setting about to disprove such hopeful science.
nauseating, how horrifying the alternatives. am i but a
manchild obsessed with pink and purple regality? we’re told there
are palpably quantifiable extensions to human duration when, no
jest, we
enshroud our various
selves within
the power of positive thinking.
i’ve been a staunch believer in this notion, nearly since my
earliest days. but look at me now, at such a relatively short distance of time
since setting about to disprove such hopeful science.
