Saturday, September 15, 2012

Condemned Life

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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