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TiredHorse
Enlightened
- Nov 1, 2018
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I find myself looking too far ahead to events or dates that should mean nothing, wondering if I should delay my departure.
November 11th is Armistice, a day for seeking peace --wouldn't that be a more symbolic day than today?
November 15th my dearest friend will be in town with time to meet for coffee --oughtn't I delay and see her?
Novemer 27th is the anniversary of my last peaceful day with my beloved --wouldn't that be a fitting day of departure?
December 3rd is when I will inherit a piece of art that I have covetted since I was five years old --oughtn't I wait until I have acquired that treasured memento?
December 18th will be the 24th anniversary of when my beloved and I first made love --would that not be worth recognizing?
December 21st is the Dark Solstice, here in the north --would it not be fitting to depart in that darkest moment, seeking new lightness?
Silly, silly delays. Pointless and painful delays. Delays of fear and of false and empty hope. Delays in search of meaning, laughable and trite in the face of a day when I will seek no more meaning at all. Delays as my beloved grows ever more pregnant with the child of another man --a child she has intimated she intends to name after me.
Survival instinct, that damnable hindrance that screams at me over the hissing of the nitrogen tube, also whispers as I sit waiting to open the valve.
November 11th is Armistice, a day for seeking peace --wouldn't that be a more symbolic day than today?
November 15th my dearest friend will be in town with time to meet for coffee --oughtn't I delay and see her?
Novemer 27th is the anniversary of my last peaceful day with my beloved --wouldn't that be a fitting day of departure?
December 3rd is when I will inherit a piece of art that I have covetted since I was five years old --oughtn't I wait until I have acquired that treasured memento?
December 18th will be the 24th anniversary of when my beloved and I first made love --would that not be worth recognizing?
December 21st is the Dark Solstice, here in the north --would it not be fitting to depart in that darkest moment, seeking new lightness?
Silly, silly delays. Pointless and painful delays. Delays of fear and of false and empty hope. Delays in search of meaning, laughable and trite in the face of a day when I will seek no more meaning at all. Delays as my beloved grows ever more pregnant with the child of another man --a child she has intimated she intends to name after me.
Survival instinct, that damnable hindrance that screams at me over the hissing of the nitrogen tube, also whispers as I sit waiting to open the valve.