thinking out loud

Life is strange, and not all surprises are good ones.

I am thinking about this day a year ago, which turned out to be not a good surprise. And then my thinking took me down a path of why we measure pain and recovering from said pain in time? (Or indeed any experience.) Why this need to say how long it takes?

How many creatures lived out their full life span in the last year. How many didn't, having 2 months instead of their allotted 3? How many people have endured days that felt like years? And how many looked up from their desk and said what? already?

I dunno. We just keep walking. Sometimes we have to stop for a minute and take a few breaths. Sometimes we need to sit down and rest. Some days feel like we are walking into Mordor. Some don't.

And some days that sounds like a fun option

Life is strange, and surprising, and rich. Good or bad, it's all food for the journey.