Shiver

There are defining moments in every man's life that shape him. These are the "A Ha!" moments that form who he is as a person and the purpose he has in the world in which he lives.

Today was not such a day. I just woke up cold, my sheets twisted around me like failed origami, and mostly fell out of bed. It's a very, "go through the motions," type of morning.

Tomorrow is Friday, though, and worth looking forward.  I should be looking forward to today, not tomorrow, so I will try out my optimism pants today.

I'm in a rear-facing seat so I am looking at the faces of most people riding, and I see a lot of tired despair. Why do we, as a society, spend so many decades of our lives so miserable in order to appreciate a handful of good moments? It should be at least equal, right? Who thought this was a good idea?

We all do this willingly, so it won't ever change.