The Challenge

Nothing is as frustrating as something that does not technically exist. 

All those phrases like, life isn’t fair, or you can’t fight city hall, etc. are things I can deal with, but dealing with a situation that cannot be discussed or even really voiced is impossible.

Like the cold war there are no missiles fired, no big artillery rumbling down the way, and no outward signs of a battle.   Mentioning it sounds like paranoia, or perhaps just small-minded nitpicking.

And yet it exists.

And its existence causes pain.  Not much, just enough to make sure it isn’t forgotten.  Just enough to assure me that life isn’t quite as sweet as I think it is, or want it to be.

Like smog it comes on little dirty cat paws to smudge up my view of life in ways Carl Sandburg never dreamed of.

In the penultimate act of faith I choose to ignore it, to move on as if the light is as bright and clear as ever, because in the end it will be.