Things

Why can't things be simple? There is always something that doesn't quite go to plan. And that something is usually the most important part of the plan. Things, therefore, are not simple at all, rather, extremely difficult. Failing comes, not without trying. Still it comes. There seems no logical way of dealing with failure on such a scale but, as I have been assured, things will get better. There's that word again, 'things'. It's always something; this thing, that thing. And what an awful word it is after all. Things don't get better, they don't get easier, they don't even get more familiar. Things are merely replaced by other things; a vicious circle of thing after thing. These things do not even have to be connected in any way, they just keep rolling on, through the vastness of everything, and nothing is ever resolved, not really.

As bleak as it may sound, the most positive way of dealing with this is to find something in nothing; a sexual innuendo in an extremely serious sentence for example. This, at least, will put a lighthearted twist on things.

Strange how it's the simplest things that get messed up. Finally you seem to have grasped something solid, something which wasn't there before. You've come to stable ground. But all too quickly that stable ground becomes uneven and you can't quite catch your footing.