Come In Spinner

Sometimes my existence feels like I'm living in a casino, the odds so stacked against me.

Heads, the "house" wins, tails I lose.

Prolly.

This is a war universe.

War all the time.

That is its nature.

There may be other universes based on all sorts of other principles,

but ours seems to be based on war and games.

-William S Burroughs.

Hey buddy...

Time is not perpetual

It is being swallowed by itself

Tail first, flailing despite

Our corrupt intervention

Umm...

Some days are better than others...and some days are better than others.

When the machine is working as it should, or, more appropriately, as we would like, time stands still as we wield our mastery of life upon an unsuspecting universe. There is no doubt, no error, nothing is too onerous, too cumbersome. We wear our existence like a bespoke suit, tailored to fit our very being. These are the days when life truly is a gift.

Then, there are the other days, when just "being" is a fraught experience. Moments of self doubt elongate into minutes, hours of a disturbed reality. Everything takes an immense, aching effort. Decisions that on another day would feel like but a reflex, become protracted, confounding, weighty anchors around our necks.The ignominy that infuses our character with shame, apprehension and repulsion of ourselves makes us a mere vestige of our optimum self.

So, I guess when days are like that, the best option is to grasp life as tightly as you can and believe in it?