Unwell

None of us are well.

And it stems from this stark reality of our dispositions. Our denial.

We have two facts surrounding us from all sides – decay and death.

Yet, we cannot muster the courage to stare it down.

We decline to rub up against the dazzling of the day, the brilliance of what’s in front of us, the life that’s constantly urging us to play and converse and giggle.

To delight in a fleeting scene that none of us will ever remember.