positive. positive. positive. as if writing it is enough to change the fact that i see the world in a slight tint of black, or perhaps grey. and this is when things are going well, health relatively ok, family good, job stable. man always tends to think of their lives slightly better then it actually is, a defence mechanism built into our psyche to help us along in this world. when things are going well, it is always the loss of it all that tends to be the narrative playing along in the background. slight back pain, must be kidney failure, value of the market going up, must be an anomaly,  sun in the sky, it is either too hot or destined to rain soon. ashes to ashes….

come on you can make it. positive vibes, imagination is all it takes…perhaps it is the bombardment of news about the worlds woes that makes it dark. perhaps the inevitable death, the fact that everything in its natural state decays. perhaps its coming into the world with nothing, naked and afraid, and knowing that is how it will all come to in the end. the youth is wasted on the youth. my argument to let children be children, play and frolic in the unknown. a firm believer that ignorance is bliss.

bettter not to know about all of it. the rising waters, the multiplying viruses, thieving souls and wandering hands, best not to know the contents of the browser history, the state of hygiene in your mouth or the kitchen you descend into.  best not to know the thoughts of the ones around you, the true meaning of it all. best not to know. best not to think too much about the outcome, or the end game. each day is what matters, the end result unknown and the journey between it all the point of it. the moment where the rain has yet to fall, the sun upon your body and the wind in the hair. a moment fixed in time where the body feels no pain and the mind has little time to worry about how it feels or looks or sounds. those moments between the storms, the rains and the end.