Modern Separation

Sitting at my desk , typing this. It feels weird somehow. That I have to write this down. I mean that everyone Knows this stuff, but at some point, you feel the need to tell someone about it. Either that you’re going through it. Or the person on the other end is.

As I typed away, it seemed I was ready to tell the world. Nothing was wrong. Nothing was right. Nothing was easy, Nothing Difficult. Nothing too far away, Nothing too close.  And there was Nothing. I could not type a thing. I started, as I always do , with a long deep breath and immediately forgot all that I wanted to say. There was nothing. It was THE perfect moment. You know how they say you can never think of nothing? Well, screw whoever ‘they’ are, because here it was , that one perfect moment of clarity.

Suddenly it was clear what had to be done. Which path I  had to walk down. Which branch of my insanely knotted tree of life needed to be pruned and which I had to pay more attention to. So there I was in that rare, but not impossible moment of nirvana. Then the darnest thing happened. The brain kicked in. A thousand different excuses as to why I couldn’t do what i had to. Why the other option was easier.

I’ve been doing the easy thing all my life. It was time I did something that actually took some will power. Ok , I’ve done that before. I mean actually go through with it. Change my life once and for all. Here I was. One of those one step for man, one giant step for mankind kind of moments. My conscience screamed. DO IT. DO IT. But then my heart said no. Another cliche? Surely not said the still functional part of my brain.

So finally I did it. I picked up that mouse and killed it.

I deleted my facebook account.

BAZINGA! .

PS- I have done no such thing. Once again you have fallen for one of my devious plans.

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