It's no use pretending, there will be times when you feel like it's all too much—times when a desperate ennui seizes you and you just want to stop.
After all, what does it matter? We're all just tears in the rain. But Xerxes blubbed about the same thing and we can still read about his tears thanks to Herodotus. So maybe it does matter.
I have a metaphor that I use when such times come—I've fallen off a tall cliff and although I just want to lie and ache I need to stand up and climb the stupid thing again.
So at seven o'clock on a Monday am, under a cloud-sharded sky I'm smoking a fag and preparing for yet another climb.
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Or if this metaphorical cliff is Beachy Head and you have survived, sod he cliff and swim the Channel?New comment
Neil! You're a poetNew comment
I usually find that I jump off my metaphorical cliffs, knowing in advance full well that they'll have to be reclumb ;)New comment
Will you lot keep the noise down? I'm content at the bottom of my cliff. Just lying here...now trying to sleep.New comment
Sometimes mornings are like that. But tonight with a cider inside me I'm working my way up the cliff-face again. Slowly.
For the first time, I did look at the sea, seemed a bit rough. I know the cliff. I'll leave taking to the the sea for a next time.
Metaphors, like abstractions leak.
arb
neil