Obvious Thing's I've Forgotten

I couldn’t tell you exactly when it hit me, but it hasn’t left me since.

I guess its fitting that the exactness here is amiss, as clocks are like words, both describing their respective ‘things’ as best they can without ever quite becoming what they try their cherry best to represent.

You see one day I came to recognize something obvious: that every day is connected to the next without stoppage, interruption, or the turning of a page. It’s not on, off, on. It’s just on, buddy.

I can hear you saying “No shit” from here, but hear me out.

I guess it’s just one of those things that we take for granted as we grow chummy with our existence with age. How rarely we come to think of the blue of the sky or the tug of the Earth ever pulling us to the floor. The translucent and circular profile of our noses surrounding in our gaze or the arrangement of our limbs. Things we once found incredible and novel like the cycle of our days now little more than Deja Vu's.

I suppose it wasn’t something new that I came to recognize, but rather, something long forgotten that I’d recalled. Maybe most epiphanies are like that. I came to realize that our cycles of sleep make for convenient mini chapters, or maybe they’re pages, in the stories of our lives that we both read and write simultaneously. But the story is the same and the river don’t stop, buddy. Even our dreams are part of the story, although the writer lets go just a little bit more, then buddy. The actor forgets that she’s acting. The water becomes the river and the boulder tumbles.

It's not on and off, is what I guess I came to remember. It’s all on all the time, which is a lot to control for a busy little brain. The ego gets tired and say’s “no buddy, I’m convinced things are off now, buddy, so I’m letting go for a while. I'm just gunna close my eyes for a second, buddy," it says. And as it does, our dreams lead us away into places distant that it don’t let us go no mo, buddy.

Silly goose.