“This month was so long, I can’t wait for next month.”
I feel a danger in declaring how bad a month is. I get the tendency to look towards the future. Without being hyper spiritual, I look around and see so much death/destruction. Yes, I long for a different time. One in the future. One beyond mass shootings. One beyond the fatigue I feel. Hopefully, one free from the death of this present day. But what if all of those future days are marred by death too? I have within my mind the memory of missed chances and connections. Battles over my ego that left me a winner in one sense, but ultimately a loser. I wish for days gone by before death took precious ones from me. Perhaps today is all I have. Perhaps today is all we have.