Schism Isn't
Delusion is just down the road from Denial, in the great state of Disconnect. You can get there from any direction - east, west, crazy or sane. All roads lead to Deception, another fine suburb of Disarray.
The entire metro area is joined at the hip, the Hypocrisy. Headlong, hierarchal, hideous, hibiscus, we have it all. This haggadist, this haggadic writer, has seen it all. He knows at least as well as you know that keeping it together is easier, as an ideal, than it is, as an actuality.
Losing is a breeze compared to winning, which takes actual effort. As CS&N sang, "We never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do!"
Downtown Delusion is familiar to most of us, I'm sure. We've all been there at one time or another. Nearby Denial is the rhetorical equivalent of Main Street, USA. There's a Hurt Feeling, a Go To Hell, a Taco Bell My Ass and construction began last month on a new Applebee's Didn't Do It, where the old nickel plant was. If Denial looks like thousands of other towns you've seen, that's exactly what their city planners had in mind. Disconnect is a small burg. Don't blink; you might experience it.
Failure has a bad connotation. It's thought to be inferior to success. From the time we're small gangstahs, we're taught to believe smiling is superior to frowning, not to mention, drowning. This stuff is beat into our heads. By the time hormones and the dregs of solitude prompt us to marry a stranger, we are so entirely committed to commitment many will, in fact, experience it. Sheer desire as a singular force occasionally gets the job done.
What a miracle any winning relationship represents. How against the odds any such proposition becomes, perceived within the broad spectrum of what really happens - not what cultural mythology imposes. The offspring of any remarkably OK marriage are primary beneficiaries of any two parents who bring resolve to the challenge of toughing it out as a couple. The statistics are inconclusive on this. It's generally thought that at least half of all marriages lead to the county seat, Disillusion. That number may be too high or too low. Any divorce is a bad scene. An outbreak of breakdown is inestimably god-awful.
Four important things I learned while being alive:
- It takes two fools to fight.
- Something worth having doesn't come easily.
- We each create everything in our lives.
- All things are difficult before they are easy.
Saying anything requires belief in the potential that anything that crosses the mind might/could sing or swing or make sense or be worthwhile, at least. When the confidence goes, the will cannot be far behind.
When the hombre de letters finds his own life in tatters, the hombre owes himself and you a chance to assess the whole mess, since duress is deficient when the muse that you use is diffused. Near the intersection of Confusion and Hurt there is a small caf�, The Good Luck Diner. I'm heading over there as soon as I send this to you. I'll be back soon. When the thought process is functional again, I'll tell you what really happened. Until then, strive to be happy.
