I Realise Where I’m SittingI hate it when this happens, when I realise where I’m sitting.
I am listing irresponsibly, inconsolably and uncontrollably through a vast ocean of self-doubt. I realise that I am still here. Still in this ocean. The last time I realised, I vowed to get out, but then I realise that four months has gone by and I am still here!
Floundering as I am, as I do, in the ocean, I wonder what I could do to get out, but then the ocean stirs, the waves whip up and I am tossed violently in the world of cascading finances.
I realise that if I get out of the ocean, I am plunged head first into a finance black hole. I realise that if I stay in the ocean, I am safe, though thoroughly disappointed and angry.
Then I see. I see exactly what it is that is keeping me in the ocean. For I have an indisputable, unquestionable, incontestable burden tied firmly to my ankles.
Am I condemned to a watery grave?