Fragility

DAY 11:

Somedays you wake up and you kind of know that the day ahead in the balance. A tentative ebb and flow waiting to find its rhythm. Once you step out into the world on one of these days it’s easy to spot others who sense the same thin veil protecting them from potential situations that might challenge or stress.

On these days, we can observe all manner of madnesses and eccentricities, impatience and anger. Road rage runs rife on our suburban highways with frustratingly sticky 20 mile an hour limits of speed.

On these days, all it takes is for a stranger or a friend to look at us in the wrong way and then it happens, we are broken. Inside we turn to mush or come consumed by the red mist. Any extreme reaction but one of reason and acceptance.

On these days we have to ride the wave, there is no stopping or controlling it, acceptance is our best hope of survival, after all we are not the only ones experiencing it.