Today Can Only Get Better

I don’t have it in me today. I do not have the wherewithal to write about last night’s storms or the film we saw yesterday afternoon or the meal we ate last night. And my philosophical side is torn and ragged and frayed. I’m tired and angry at the world and disappointed in myself. I feel guilty for being the brittle, reactive, immature bastard I am from time to time. No, not from time to time. Frequently. Often. Too often. The aforementioned having been said, I’m documenting this unhappy mood as a reminder that my flaws are insufficiently hidden away. They are unsafely visible. They should be burned and buried. But what would be left? What’s the opposite of flaw? Strength? Nothing like that here. Today can only get better.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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