Internal Exile
Although most people I know were
condemned years ago by Judge Necessity to live a life in condo's
near a freeway exit convenient to their twice a day commutes through
traffic jams to jobs that they disliked - they didn't bury their
heads in the hands and cry Oh No when sentenced was pronounced.
Early years accounting in Duluth or
Tenure at southwest Missouri State. Instead, they mumbled not bad, it
could be worse when the Bailiff Fate, led them away to Personal to
fill out payroll forms and have their smiling ID photos snapped and
that’s what they still mumble every morning just before their
snooze alarms go off when Fluffy nuzzles them out of their dreams of
making out with movie stars on the beaches. They rise at 5 am and
feed their cats and drive to work and work and drive back home and
feed their cats and eat and fall asleep while watching the Evening
News with fresh disaster of blown up bodies littering a desert
fought over for the last three thousands years and smashed to pieces
million dollars houses built on islands swept by hurricanes.
It's soothing to watch news about the
places where people literally will die to live when you live
someplace with attractive mountains, coastlines, history, a great
place to work, with no distractions is how my interviewer first
described it nineteen years ago, when they hired me. And though he
moved the day that he retired to his dream house in the uplands with
a vista he wasn't lying – working is better here and easier .
(Richard Cecil)
This is your life - that is the way
it is and so you are stuck with it also.
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