:::::::: Shit Happens ::::::::::
Sometimes I cannot make sense of my reality. It boggles my mind till in the end I wonder if it really matters at all.
Is "reality" worth making sense of? Besides, there is always the off-chance that what may be real to me may not be real to you.
Shit happens and life goes on. But sometimes "shit" throws me for a loop and I have to stop and take a step back to see it for what it really is. At such moments [take the events of 9/11 for instance], numbed from shock and fear & blinded by rage, in the moment of stunning disbelief I asked myself over and over "is this shit for real?"
Over time, TIME being the operative word here, for what may seem like an eternity is actually the few seconds it takes before it sinks in, that this shit is Real. Shit happens. Irreversably, irrevokably so at times.
"Nothing surprises me anymore" I usually say, and even then, reality has a way of serving things up that keeps throwing me for a loop. So in the end it does it really matter--this business of trying to make sense of reality? What do you think?
