Not much has changed
There have been no great revelations
The lights are as bright as they were
Water is wet still
Everything is different
than it was
A million cells have fallen off
New ones replace them
New cells that have something new to offer
Or they simply wish to maintain the status quo
I was talking to a neighbor yesterday. He said that he was finished with this life. He said that if things don’t change, “I’m out of here.”
I thought he was announcing a suicide plan. I was prepared to call a hotline.
Then, he said he would move out of this town. He wants a fresh start.
I was tempted to tell him that no matter where he goes, he won’t be able to escape himself. He’ll probably find another woman who is just like his current girlfriend. He hints that the girlfriend is part of his problem. I’ll bet that this woman is a lot like is ex-wife.
I wanted to tell him these things, but I don’t know him well, and it’s really none of my business. I am just as guilty of repeating behaviors that deliver not-so-good results. So I’ll wish the guy luck, shed my skin, and hope that the new skin has some innovative ideas.