10/20
I can see how you could get
depressed up here. The dismal sky pressing down, crushing the tree tops, smothering
everything with the same dull gloom. Asphyxiating.
And I can see how at some point in
life, there is more past than future. And if you are on that (unstoppable) treadmill – the past
receding to shadowy memories astern; the threshold ahead loomimg larger every
day – it could be depressing as well.
But that is not me. I have my
past. But I have my future too.
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