The Folly of Inappropriate Responses

By now it’s all over, or is it? He woke up at 5 am optimistic of turning over a new leaf but gets confused, his brain cannot process just how quickly the sound of the alarm came. A minute passes and a familiar sound reaches the deeper echelons of his myopic brain. Stretching out his arm, disabling this noisy and intrusive contraption. It will be another hour before a familiar time checks in, 6 am but the snoozing continues well into and beyond the hour. Its 7:17, oh crap! Thoughts of his contractual agreement with the office wade up from the depths of his wits. Springing from the magical pad that makes his slumber to die for and into a frenzied rush to get ready for Mr. Money bag’s duties. Like lightning, 7:31 finds him locking the door to his bachelor pad albeit grudgingly as he looks back at the ever inviting unattended 6 by 6 duvet he leaves behind.

Hopping into the first moving metal contraption and off he goes. Never mind the traffic, he’s already late anyway. Everyone smells so good this morning but no one is smiling. You would think we all have the same issue to deal with. All the yeses turning into feuds and disappointments in the blink of an eye. How did it all come to this? Once timid and soft spoken, now with the ability to feature prominently in their most vivid thoughts; well, sometime at least. Even the most gruesome of acts are committed by the very carriers of precious memories. Focus is off, attending to one simple act of professional process before retreating into a shell, one that oozes dissatisfaction, discomfort and an innate lust for a profound alteration. Time heals all wounds. But what if there is no wound? What’s the cure for discomfort, dissatisfaction? All his actions seem to elicit more and more disillusion on his part and create more foes as it were. There, there, it’s never that serious they say. Just bend over n let your thoughts, feelings and emotions meritoriously bludgeon you 6 ways (he has to watch his English).

Something’s got to give sometime…is this a characteristic example of it’s only a matter of when n not if? Slowly the day goes into overdrive, routine at is best. Forgetting these internal wars for the day. Evening will come and the battle lines drawn. No peace keeping force in sight, the destruction is real. The land is bleeding. The armies are ever growing in strength and stature. The only source of optimism is a light coming from the peep hole; the land will heal. But first, the war must stop. When? As soon as there is balance, good habits, appropriate responses and a clear and undeniable focus. Then and only then!

If you have no answer, don’t say yes!