Tuesday. Just another day of hopeless monotony masquerading as life. The dreams of the common man presenting as an eye rolling pastiche; the unendurable drudgery of the middle classes. Nine to fives, bills, finance, late payments, missed payments, credit; the wild horses pulling the chariot of desolation on the rocky path to hell. We are passengers. Unenlightened, unforgiven.
And passengers we will remain. Unable to bail. Vainly trying to influence the chariot’s direction. Narrowly avoiding the most serious of obstacles, or creating new ones of our own which only serve to make this unyielding journey that bit more challenging. Lost, disillusioned and hopeless, filling our lives with additional, unnecessary complexities which render us riven with anxious consternation.
We are life’s little failures, having scant thought as to who we are, where we are and why. Meetings, calls, workplace fails…battered into helpless submission. We need help, a lifeline, or just an ending. Perhaps just an ending. And it’s only Tuesday.
