snow flakes slowly drift outside the window

There are some days in your life that "it" just hits you, and when it
does, it hits you hard.

It hits is into your stomach and you can feel it as a spike driven
into your chest, your throat swelling up, the pressure under the
hinges of your jaw bones, trying to swallow is hard. Your sinuses make
you bring your hands to your eyes and press around the base of your
nose. You don't know what to do, you feel like jumping of a tall
bridge, or fall asleep forever.

The million important things that you were doing seize suddenly to
have any importance, people around you seem like hyenas, ready to rip
you apart at the first sign of weakness. Yesterday, you were on top of
the game, today you are nobody, left, dumped and forgotten at best, a
dust to be shaken off, a worthless garbage, betrayed and sacrificed.

The snow flakes slowly drift outside the window, calmly and quietly.
It is only your mind that feels the utter loss, you feel apathetic and
week. There is absolutely nobody that can help.

You know one day you will recover and be on top of the game again, at
least you hope that might happen, but today feels so far away.



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My favorite quotations..


“A man should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”  by Robert A. Heinlein

"We are but habits and memories we chose to carry along." ~ Uki D. Lucas


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