I Am The Lamb
It's really windy today, but that barely describes it really. Not just windy but raw, hurricane force, end of times windy.
I can't help but think of the phrase they told us so many times in middle school, "spring blows in like a tiger and out like a lamb."
How true this is today. Today feels very much tiger-ish. I am the lamb.
I am thankful though that at least for today the sky has given up it's winter gray hue and replaced it with the normal blue the sky should always be. The winter sky is so depressing. I like so many others I'm sure, have grown increasingly more and more sick and tired of the monotonous gray of the winter skies. I think they should pump mandatory doses of Vitamin D and anti-depressants in our water supply during the winter months. I also think Winter down the Cape is far more depressing than when I lived farther from the ocean. The ocean is so comforting, relaxing, and beautiful in the spring and summer and it's right at my back door. I enjoy hours of free therapy there when it is warm enough to do so. It almost kills me to be so close to something so beautiful that in the winter months turns into a monster. The bitter cold, the vicious waves, It seems like the ocean gets depressed and angry in the winter too. I guess the ocean and I have a lot in common. Beautiful monsters. We keep our anger and sadness in places and times where most people don't see it. If it hides in the cold of the long, winter months nobody even notices.
I drink tea and read more these days. I like how the hot liquid seems to unfreeze my insides. Makes me feel somewhat alive.
When I read I can forget about myself, my life, and get lost in someone else's story. I like that. I like to forget my own story sometimes. Don't we all wish we could tear some chapters out? Remove the parts we don't want anyone to read. Wouldn't it be fantastic if life could be edited? I guess it isn't really an interesting story unless there is tragedy to go with the comedy, drama to go with love and bad to go with the good. After all what is a really good story without a problem, resolution, climax, and ending. It may not always be a happy ending but everything comes to an end in it's own sweet time.
Winter reminds me of death. I really hate when people say, "only the good die young."
I don't believe this, never have. I think bad people, evil people, miserable people die everyday; just nobody notices. If something you don't care for passes or gets lost why would you pay attention or care? I think it just easier to say things like that because when somebody wonderful dies or gets hurt we struggle to understand why this would happen.
Why do bad things happen to good people? There is no answer to that by the way. Bad things just happen. Period. Bad things unfortunately don't go around asking who deserves them. There is no great interview given by life to determine who deserves pain, loss, and tragedy. We all experience it just some more than others.
Today the wind is a tiger, the ocean is still a monster, but the sky has chosen to be blue instead of gray. I haven't decided what I choose yet. For now it's just me, my hot tea, and my books.
I can't help but think of the phrase they told us so many times in middle school, "spring blows in like a tiger and out like a lamb."
How true this is today. Today feels very much tiger-ish. I am the lamb.
I am thankful though that at least for today the sky has given up it's winter gray hue and replaced it with the normal blue the sky should always be. The winter sky is so depressing. I like so many others I'm sure, have grown increasingly more and more sick and tired of the monotonous gray of the winter skies. I think they should pump mandatory doses of Vitamin D and anti-depressants in our water supply during the winter months. I also think Winter down the Cape is far more depressing than when I lived farther from the ocean. The ocean is so comforting, relaxing, and beautiful in the spring and summer and it's right at my back door. I enjoy hours of free therapy there when it is warm enough to do so. It almost kills me to be so close to something so beautiful that in the winter months turns into a monster. The bitter cold, the vicious waves, It seems like the ocean gets depressed and angry in the winter too. I guess the ocean and I have a lot in common. Beautiful monsters. We keep our anger and sadness in places and times where most people don't see it. If it hides in the cold of the long, winter months nobody even notices.
I drink tea and read more these days. I like how the hot liquid seems to unfreeze my insides. Makes me feel somewhat alive.
When I read I can forget about myself, my life, and get lost in someone else's story. I like that. I like to forget my own story sometimes. Don't we all wish we could tear some chapters out? Remove the parts we don't want anyone to read. Wouldn't it be fantastic if life could be edited? I guess it isn't really an interesting story unless there is tragedy to go with the comedy, drama to go with love and bad to go with the good. After all what is a really good story without a problem, resolution, climax, and ending. It may not always be a happy ending but everything comes to an end in it's own sweet time.
Winter reminds me of death. I really hate when people say, "only the good die young."
I don't believe this, never have. I think bad people, evil people, miserable people die everyday; just nobody notices. If something you don't care for passes or gets lost why would you pay attention or care? I think it just easier to say things like that because when somebody wonderful dies or gets hurt we struggle to understand why this would happen.
Why do bad things happen to good people? There is no answer to that by the way. Bad things just happen. Period. Bad things unfortunately don't go around asking who deserves them. There is no great interview given by life to determine who deserves pain, loss, and tragedy. We all experience it just some more than others.
Today the wind is a tiger, the ocean is still a monster, but the sky has chosen to be blue instead of gray. I haven't decided what I choose yet. For now it's just me, my hot tea, and my books.
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