Drama fuh ya mama
It may only be January, but I’m enduring enough drama both personally- and professionally right now to last me the whole year. In a way I’m kind of glad. Things were going so smoothly and swimmingly for the past month and a half, that I was just waiting for the bubble to burst. And in essence, it’s all pre-meditated drama that I knew was forthcoming.
Still, it reminds me of that scene in “The Matrix” (the original one–you know, the one that didn’t suck) where Agent Smith is telling Neo that the original version of the Matrix was this ideal world, but humans rejected it because it seemed too fake. Then he said that mankind defines itself by its misery.
Well, no, but nothing good lasts forever. And I would rather be braving the storm rather then waiting for it to hit.
The details aren’t as important as how I’m coping with it. Not with complacency nor with frustration, which are both just ineffective. Especially frustration. I can’t think of a more circulatory emotion. Rather, I just do what I can, play my part, and realize I’m one cog in the wheel of a bigger machine.
Pleasant, yes?
