Is happiness just the ability to hold depression at bay, to stay tears or at the very least to reach down into your last receding well of ‘oh well’ and pull up one more pail of ‘I’m fine’ to pour on the demons who unfortunately have learned to hold their breath and burn under water. Hold your breath just one more time and see if you can outlast them. Hold your breathe, no ‘maybe’ about it, just grit your teeth and sink beneath the confusion hoping for a foothold so you can run like Hell for shore. There’s always ‘tomorrow’ – blessing or curse it can always be worse, it’s a matter of ‘will’ that won’t matter if you don’t care, so sleep if you can and hope for dreams of what could ‘be’ if the demons would just drown and wash away, feel the salt water purge them from your soul and try to find the urge to try just one more time to find something ‘better’
If you string together the words in quotations = ‘Oh well, I’m fine. Maybe tomorrow will be better.’
Just getting up over here. Not sure if I should have a cup of coffee and go,back to bed and pull the covers over my head. This piece reminds me of the saying “Most humans live livesmofmquiet desperation.” Your piece could be the story of those who cope – and endure – chronic pain. Food for thought.
We’re all just dancing around the precipice really, aren’t we?