This morning Kylie came into our room where Colby and I were still in bed watching Scooby-Doo. She marched over to the blinds, swept them open and proudly announced. "Its morning!" Thanks a lot Kylie. Sure enough it was midmorning by then and my good friend the sun did indeed come streaming in the windows. The inevitable light of day one more time. The problem with the sun and the accompanying daylight is that it brings reality with it, and I hate reality. I got another reminder of that an hour later while out running. I was just doing the block and focusing on keeping my head up since I know that's a form weakness that I have. I was feeling pretty good and thought I must look good as well. Then the sun came out from behind the clouds and displayed my shadow in all it's glory. I don't know how I looked but my shadow looked like an old, hunched over grampa plodding along as if nearing his end. Reality again I'm afraid.
Oh well, it is what it is and my reality is not near as frightening as that of some other people. I was reading an article about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder in which the author expressed the theory that some hurts should be brought to the light and dealt with, while some should simply remain buried. I agree with this, and furthermore would add that the decision needs to be specific to both the individual involved and the reality they are trying to cope with.
Close the damn blinds!!
"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."---Albert Einstein
"Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?"---Calvin and Hobbes
love
peter
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