This last week I had begun to sleep well again. I’m unable to pin point the cause of this pleasantness but possibly its related to getting back into reading. Depending on my state of wellness my reading habits ebb and flow and this week they’ve flowed. I’ve found solace and escape from my own life by enthralling myself into the lives of others. Alas tonight there is no such escape. I can’t sleep and wish only that I had a hand to hold my mind to keep it from wandering off. It’s doing that frustrating thing where it relives situations over and over again, longing for a different outcome. It dissects every conversation and seeks meaning and hope where there is none to be found.
Three literary quotes crossed my path today and I’m trying to find what comfort I can from them.
The best laid plans of mice and men, ere oft do go awry.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
To err is human, to forgive Devine.
Given my headache and burning eyes, these quotes although helpful to understand the human plight is all the same, are bringing me little comfort. We really are our own worst enemies.
It’s 4:28 am and I have not slept so if you’ve read this post and thought “what the actual fuck is she talking about?!”, I hope I can be forgiven.