This Time Feels Different


A new day. 

Same job, different location; three states away. I’ve been doing this for over 12 years, but somehow this time feels different. 

It’s like standing on a razor thin highwire  stretching out for an eternity. Below you are two grand pools. One side is filled with freshly raked autumn leaves while the other is filled with Legos. When you fall, and you will, it will either be the kind of amazing that takes your breath away, or it is going to rend the flesh from your body and hurt like hell.

These halls are filled with laughter, tears, wringing hands winding and unwinding with worry; with anticipation. Within these walls life reveals her honesty in a beautiful brutal bloody display. 

In truth, everything ends. Not often kind or dignified, but it ends. So compassion and understanding go a long way healing the hearts of the hurting. Comforting isn’t weakness. Your tragically callous apathy is; concealed insecurity that’s showing.

Same job, different location; three states away. I’ve been doing this for over 12 years, but somehow this time feels different. 

Then again, maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just the view.

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About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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5 Responses to This Time Feels Different

  1. Hmm, Z., you do some sort of public speaking? 12 years is a long time, to be doing the same thing. That is nice if it brings you happiness. :) Hey! Have you thought about continuing that little story you started?…you know, the rainy night, teachers, bad guys…

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