It Can Only End In Tears? Really?

Not true.

It’s a turn of phrase we use when we aren’t very confident of a positive outcome. But other endings are available. At least in terms of our own experience. I’m convinced of that, despite having been a man of, predominantly, sorrow for far too many of my years on earth.

The tears came, can still come, when we want things to be different than they are. When, to quote Radiohead’s Creep:

I wanna have control
I wanna perfect body
I wanna perfect soul
I want you to notice when I’m not around

It’s all so far out of reach. And it’s in the future, if at all. So it’s understandable when we become miserable, because it’s all too easy to persuade ourselves. Everything we want is around some close or distant corner.

But still, the tears generally cease when we simply accept this. This.

ps. I do hope you read this blog as the meanderings (back and forth) of a man who is working it all out as he goes, and reporting on his personal findings, and repeating the same messages to himself when it helps. That’s all it is.

pps. Also it’s the blog of a little boy who might still find a fart joke funny. And laughs at his own hilarious self regularly. I suspect that side isn’t coming through much at the moment, but it’s never far from the surface. I hope I can always find joy in the absurd.