illustration by Pietari Posti
This morning I wake up.
Thank you Hashem.
Sun filters through the blinds with promises of 71 degrees.
(Yeah baby, I love CA on days like these)
It's never good to stay in bed...as the mind starts to wander...
To thoughts of life.
How each of us is born on a track.
Till one day, for whatever reason, whether by force or by free will, we somehow manage to get bumped off our track.
And onto another.
Only this track don't be leadin' us to the places we ought to be going.
We're trying to fill someone else's shoes.
Dream some other dude's dream.
Or maybe we got bumped so hard, we're not even on a track anymore.
Just speeding over dirt and grass and hills, totally out of control.
Bam, bam, ouch.
Today you wake up.
And say, that'll be all.
I'm sick and tired of this.
Where the world did my track go?
(This post sounded better in my head. In my bed.
Go learn some tanya...it's the best track jumper.
Have an awesome day.