Just Trying to Make It Through
Sometimes it feels as if life is just a day to day, minute to minute proposition. I don't know whether it's the result of growing older and having an empty nest, but there are times when it seems as if time moves so fast it's standing still. You think that you have so much to do and everything is so important. But, in the end, you may as well be spinning your wheels getting caught in the muddy, sinkhole of the mundane.
The stereotype about emotions is that women are the only ones who get them jumbled up into a spiderweb-like know. That simply isn't true. All of us, women and men, are forced to hold in what we are truly feeling on a daily basis and it surprises me that any of us make it through. The temptation to scream, yell, cry, bellow, laugh while suppressing it all is a constant and, again, it's something we all face.
Why is it that we are all just trying to make it through to the next day? Did our parents suffer and bear the same weighty burden? Were they stressed from the moment they woke up in the morning and did they find their sheets were soaked with sweat on a nightly basis? My father used to say that if life were fair, and it's not, the first thing that happened when we exited the womb would be a slap on the ass to make us cry. But, why do we have to get slapped on the ass and in the face all the time?
Life is full of joy. The laughter, the hugs, the kisses and the sheer ability to observe the absurdity of it all. It comes in your child's smile, your wives glistening eyes and the individual moments that capture what we could be.
Yet, the struggle for the almighty dollar, to please your boss even though you might think he or she is as smart as an oak tree, consumes so much of our time. You want it to be a little easier, a little less burdensome. We have all become hunchbacks from the weight of it all and we limp through life like Midnight Cowboy's Ratso Rizzo trawling the streets of New York City.
I just don't want to eek out my existence. We should all want to make a difference, to change the horizon from dark to light. There has to be a way to do this without sacrificing our very being.
But, sometimes I wonder whether that's been taken away,too.
The stereotype about emotions is that women are the only ones who get them jumbled up into a spiderweb-like know. That simply isn't true. All of us, women and men, are forced to hold in what we are truly feeling on a daily basis and it surprises me that any of us make it through. The temptation to scream, yell, cry, bellow, laugh while suppressing it all is a constant and, again, it's something we all face.
Why is it that we are all just trying to make it through to the next day? Did our parents suffer and bear the same weighty burden? Were they stressed from the moment they woke up in the morning and did they find their sheets were soaked with sweat on a nightly basis? My father used to say that if life were fair, and it's not, the first thing that happened when we exited the womb would be a slap on the ass to make us cry. But, why do we have to get slapped on the ass and in the face all the time?
Life is full of joy. The laughter, the hugs, the kisses and the sheer ability to observe the absurdity of it all. It comes in your child's smile, your wives glistening eyes and the individual moments that capture what we could be.
Yet, the struggle for the almighty dollar, to please your boss even though you might think he or she is as smart as an oak tree, consumes so much of our time. You want it to be a little easier, a little less burdensome. We have all become hunchbacks from the weight of it all and we limp through life like Midnight Cowboy's Ratso Rizzo trawling the streets of New York City.
I just don't want to eek out my existence. We should all want to make a difference, to change the horizon from dark to light. There has to be a way to do this without sacrificing our very being.
But, sometimes I wonder whether that's been taken away,too.
posted by vidkid at 2:36 PM
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