View From The Front

The last few days have been challenging. The urge to flinch, to react, has puffed up into a tangible which constantly makes demands on my attention. This selfishness administers itself in small doses, conveniently mislabeled as “preservation.” Although I have been apprised of its true nature, I assure you that its arguments are quite compelling. (Yes, I realize that even this acknowledgement would seem to mark a step in the wrong direction. Get over it.)
Ghosts on one side, angels on the other.
I’m actually feeling more peaceful right now than I have been. Things look pretty grim at the moment, but I know this isn’t happening without cause. These questions require asking. If I don’t question now, I’ll have to ask later