Knowing
I can gauge the general state of my spirit by how much I am inclined to get mad at myself. Dropping something and observing ‘pig' being a prime example. But example of what? Some sort of profound disappointment. That I have failed…to be master of everything, it seems. That I have spent so much of my life at the mercy of a body I can't control. And now that control is waning even further. And I hate it.
What did I think was supposed to happen? Or more precisely, why can't I be happy with what Read more [...]