Day 295: I'll have the usual, please.

It’s typical how we chase ‘boring old normal’, like it was our favourite dress to wear, when an uncomfortable new reality doesn’t fit at all. I was just lying on my balcony chair, with an ice pack on my head, watching the clouds fly by me and cursing myself for ever wanting more than I had. We are too often not in ourselves, not present. Holding on to the past, worried about the future. We seldom appreciate the normalness of life: the good health, the ordinary love, and the simple walls that contain us.  What a shame. Normal is the best thing on the market for a good quality of life, and we indebt ourselves attempting to buy everything else.