Finding the words
Finding the words is often the hardest and still, frankly, the simplest of tasks. We pick up a word and hit it against our head like it is a rock. And if you're good at it, you end up with a concussion. Hum, maybe I am taking this metaphor a little too far. Maybe we need to take the word literally and bonk ourselves upside the skull with it. So what are we looking for when we search for a word? What reaction does it bring? Is it in us or someone other than us? What we are looking for is what's next, and how it is expressed is the moment, which is an expectation for the future. What is my expectation for the future? I try not to have them anymore. I feel I don't have a future to look forward to. Just a painful cling to the next cup of coffee or junk food I stuff in my face. simple disposable pleasures that usually occupy my life. To occupy is as close to pure gratitude as I seem to be able to get. Am I aspiring to lie, or am I doing it no matter what words I...