The Daily Grind

You've got it all wrong. There is no god-like moment. There is no amazing pinnacle of human endeavour. There are no rarefied animals placed upon this earth who deign to entertain us, luckier than the rest of us, greater than us poor souls. There are no gods, or goddesses, there are no amazing gigs, even if there may, occasionally, be amazing performances. There are no celestial beings, breathing rarefied air. It is just work and then there is more work. There is no sad end for a great person, there is just a life lived. How it should be.

There is just the next thing to do, the next job. Then there is the next thing. It is all hard work.

And then, I guess, not.

Just like for all of us. There is this moment. Then the moment after that. It is day to day to day. It is for the rest of your life. That is the meaning of life. That is what you get, a lifetime. You get to toil for your trouble. Work hard, live long. Work hard, live well. All of your hard work is rewarded with more. There is always more. And more. And more.

And you had better be goddamn happy while you are doing it, otherwise you’ll miss those moments. Those are the happy moments, the moments of life. You won’t get the most out of it, and you can’t go back, if you didn't live it, when it is happening, was happening. Once one moment is gone, it is gone. And if you look back at that moment and wonder, for too long, you'll miss the next one. Gone. And the next one. Whoosh.

When does it get easier? It doesn't. Life is like that. It’s booster rockets on all the way, on and on. Next. Next. Next.

When does the relief come? When you climb that last peak and stare into the oblivion. The black. The dark. Nothing.

Blink. Blink. Stop.