An Us, Them & (Mainly) I Conundrum
At around 16:10 I had a sudden urge to cry. I chose not to. I’m not sure if this is a gift or an ailment, but I didn’t want two bike accidents in as many weeks. It made sense not to cry. I feel that sometimes the sensation is brought upon by a series of experiences, and at other times the sensation finally decodes what was behind the experience. I suppose they are both similar and often concomitant. One of my frequently asked questions is ‘is there a physiological difference between acknowledging that one feels like crying and the act of crying itself?’ Another question is ‘what of all this conflict?’ I fear that I might sometimes take too much of an aggressive stance in retaliation to existence. It is my defence to sharing time and space with the possibilities of being threatened, harmed, feeling inadequate and failing. I live alongside the strong chance that I will not reach the destination I had in mind, and that life might not necessarily treat us kindly as we fail to accompl