Balance

We wake and the sun is not yet up but our brains are busy with the night’s work. So much. There is so much going on. There is the political mess that we often find ourselves in, and this time (of course) is so much worse. There is the overwhelming feeling of tiredness, especially in the mornings just before we tap our phones just to see. Oh, and Covid. We have to be responsible, we have to consider the possible consequences.

Oh, and our family. Our spouses, our children. Our responsibilities creep up on us, a conveyor belt of crass compensations follow. Busy work defines us, our jobs fill our days. We eat, we watch TV, phones in hand. The sun goes down on another beautiful day. Night blankets us in comfortable darkness allowing the blue haze of pixels to engulf us. We are social creatures living on a computer planet.

It gets late and our eyes tire. We’ve watched the world go by another day and we brace ourselves for the next. In our bed, the comfort of sleep not far away, we begin to worry about things that might happen, possible scenarios and deep-seated concerns about real issues. The pillow and sheets become our womb and we fall into a fitful sleep dreaming about the next day and the balance that it will bring.