written by owen on 2015-Dec-31.
The irony of life is that you might never know what actually ends up killing you to death. It could be that time you forgot to brush your teeth before going to bed. Or that extra cupcake you had at the Christmas office party. It could be that sermon on the mount that left you so stressed out that a blood clot developed in a major artery. It could be words that you never said - constipation. Red peas.
There is a third level of understanding where you can see a problem and choose not to solve it - just to leave it alone. Live and let die. In a life of solving problems and looking beyond the wall. Maybe it is a learned form of skepticism. Knowing that there might be things that I cannot solve so I just avoid all discussion of it for fear of stopping. Though stopping is certain. No one wants to stop right now. So we continue on the simpler problems until the real hard problems unravel themselves. Maybe it is a form of patience.
It's been a long dry Christmas but the rain finally fell today. If only for a short while. I can feel the cold breeze on my skin and smell the scent of rain - whatever rain smells like, I am not really sure. But I am alive. We are alive. For another year. Â It's been fun, annoying but fun. Happy New Year.