Mood: Settling
Drink: A glass of Black Opal Shiraz would be nice right about now
Tune: “Samba é Amor†by Bebel Gilberto
And of course, I forgot where I stood in all things. I forgot who I am within the confines of a particular subject. When I remember, everything settles in again. It’s not often things get unsettled. In fact, I don’t recall a time when things ever became unsettled.
Earlier, I asked myself, “Who am I to question and to demand?” In the scheme of things, I am a nobody. I am a play-piece. ‘Karma’ has hit me square in the jaw – the chess player becomes the chess piece. Which? I would like to say I was the perceptive Knight that became the useless King and now, the Knight without his steed. So a Pawn. Let me make my way to the end and grab myself a Queen.
Idiotic.
This reasoning will allow me to sleep better at night.