Through A Squinted Eye

Some days it seems we need a distraction. A diversion of Lilliputians or naked bowling while tripping on acid. Well maybe not so bold. The fact of the matter is the rants and raves of people become so repetitive and rendered meaningless.

We all know someone who constantly finds something to bitch about and is ceaseless through all accommodations. Such insistent complaining loses passion regardless of validation unto the point in which he/she becomes a buzz in the ear that is in desperate need to be swatted away before a sting is to follow. That is the instance in which I realized that the drone bee is nearly driving me mad. I struggle to not complain myself. Are we not all frustrated on this wonderful globe. Yet, the mind steers into this rut of negativity and bounces helplessly within it completely ruining one’s suspension. As we course through life unable to hold ourselves up completely, I think to myself… I have finally been crushed by the real world.

Then I see my baby daughter, my unbelievably good dogs, and smile. My wife will be frazzled from a joyous 7 month old that will not stop exploring this world (sick or not) and I know by the end of the night I will make her laugh. And does she ever need it. What the hell was my point again?