Some days, everything falls apart. It may involve whole countries, or just your room. People may die, or you simply cannot do productive work right then and there. The next day there is a smoking wasteland, or it’s all back to normal.
We cannot predict the days when the capacity for something is lost, and even more obstructed is our view of what’s to come the day after.
Today is such a day for me. A day of minor ruin. I feel like I’m getting sick, my body is sore, my mind hazed, and this tiny text is the only thing I will have created over the course of the day. It feels like I am being penalized for too much progress made the days prior. But it only feels that way. The stern reality is that I’m being penalized for overexerting myself with workouts and for walking in chilly weather while being inappropriately clothed.
Some days, you simply have to endure.
PS. There is a dark looming cloud of things I could say about destruction, lack of capacity, and calamities. Yet it’s too dark and raveled to make sense of it. It will all settle eventually, and there will be clarity, and I will see what it is that I want to say. For now though, I’ll say just one thing. Thank you for reading, and take care.