Thursday, May 10, 2012


Rushing headlong past every perfect, peaceful moment in search of something we feel we need, and upon finding it feeling the utmost disappointment.

I offer this definition of hell because I think many can relate to this experience. It is, in general, out of step with our ordinary striving in culture to simply exist and appreciate what we have. This sad state of existence is one of the few that is nearly always self-imposed.

No sooner have you been handed the keys to the kingdom that you outstretch your hand, and grasping, drop them.

Dog with two bones.