when i get sick, i tend to get negative and all i can see is the darker side of things. all I can see is the silvery oily death-potion floating on top of the rain river that’s flowing down the streets seeking the nearest access to the once untainted earth.
today i am sick. i am sick and i see the shadows.
it seems like a bummer that i am limited by time and space. i once heard a story of a woman who wept when she saw the beauty contained in the pure deep blue of a sulfur pool in yellowstone national park for the first time.
“why are you crying?”
“i’m weeping because i’m thirty-eight years old and i’ve only just now seen this.”
“well you’re here now. what’s there to cry about?”
“because i’m thirty-eight and i can only imagine all the other beautiful things i’ve missed out on and will never get to see.”
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