“Today is such a beautiful today.”
How many times did I hear it.
“Wow, how nice a day it is!”
Everywhere I went.
“Today is quite possibly the best day of the year.”
“It is so beautiful today. Don’t you think.”
Yes, perhaps the weather is nice.
But no, the day has started poorly.
I’ve chosen to attend a party I care not to be at.
I’m drinking again despite coming to the realization that it currently offers little to no value to me.
Today I have betrayed my own sense of purpose. I’ve squandered hours of time. I’ve had little joy in the company of strangers who don’t give the slightest shit about my life or goals.
There is work to be done.
Yet here I stand, asking myself over and over why it is that I am in this very room.
The sound of death itself. The pain and agony of a lifetime crammed into just a few fleeting moments.
Nearby, a large and aggressive dog had attacked a small, completely outmatched beagle.
Again and again the shrieks rang out.
Intervention came. The beagle lay there helpless, bleeding from the neck, feigning death, the only escape from a true death.
Anger. Misery. Shouting.
Confusion. Recklessness. Terror.
Ruthless and cold. Weak and unprepared.
The nature of things.
Today was a beautiful day.