Respire

Shuppa shuppa. Hey, I am writing something cheery and uplifting today. Things have been a bit down in the dumps and it's time that changed. So what to write? Not quite sure. Err. Well, I got a new bed yesterday, a double bed! So that's good. Also a friend of mine emailed me a voucher for 2 for 1 at Wagamama's, which made me happy. And... yeah. Wappa wappa. Why is there nothing more boring than contentment? In the darkness of the black times the goodness is swallowed up, hope is extinguished and we languish in our inner city pity. Likewise the good days set ablaze all shadows of sadness, flooded by the sun the sore memories dim faster than light. We live on see-saws, happy happy sad sad, up and down. Is the cost of the darkness worth the fruit of the light? A question with no answer when you need it, forever asked at the wrong times. All is temporary, all is transient: the now is then, and the then is when. Very Zen. Anywhen, as I walk and wind through the station pm, I pull the headphones from my ears, I raise my eyes from the ground, I scope the environment and for once I relish the oft forgotten sensations of alive-ed-ness. Surrounding me are the thousand rustles and ruffles of people living their lives, the tick tock of the pock pock of the heels on the steel of the stairs stirs me deeply; it occurs to me that things are not so bad. In fact they're pretty good.