You wake up,start your day with a smile,thinking life is
good.getting dressed ,turning on the kettle ,preparing a
glass of earl gray ,and your dog is already by your
leg,pulling your pants just a bitt telling you its his time
of the morning ,and pushing you to the door.your back with a
smile as your dog returns to his side of your bed as the
kettle wistles.what a joy,a sense of reliefe,to that english
aroma touching your lips
ever so delicatly.you start your day.
its a beautifull bright sunny irish morning.you walk down
the streets of dublin,watching the early wakers,as they
hurry to theire work.two floored busses passing by,and you
see the banners on the sides of the bus as if directed
personaly to you:"life is good! make someone happy with
debbies flowers!". you turn your head with a slite giggle
and continue your journy down to mike's place,for a
delightfull breakfast.
your regelar table is already waiting for you,and the
morning paper by its side.the waitress brings you the
breakfast,three agges scrambled with some vegies on the
side.you see the small peaces of orange as they move slowly
in the freshed squeezed glass as you sigh just a bit
thinking about the days gone buy.
there's something familiar in all .ordinary perhaps.but
maybe its just me.or things as they are.
you pay the waitress as you walk towards the door,opening it
and facing the day.the skies turned a bitt cloudy,as they
coloured in pink and black,a reminder of things to come.you
have nothing to do today.you just remembered they let you go
a couple of days ago.you forgot.or tried to
anyway...subconscious can be a wonderfull thing
sometimes,like a good doctor,giving you just the right
pill,or the caress of a mother,ever so inshuring.soothing...
so you wonder arround town.watching,admiring the wonderfull
ancient buildings,wondering what it would be like to have
lived in a diferent time,an earlier time...
as you walk, you stopped noticing the time,maybe because its
no longer has a meaning to you.
the same question keeps poping to your head frequently,and
you are obsessed by it,more and more:does time have a
meaning? is there a meaning to it all? ....you start to
wonder how did the day started so nicely...where did that
comforting feeling went...
it has started to rain.you left your ambrella at home
because you innocently thought this day is going to be
lovly....without a drop of rain.
but it does not bother you.as the rain starts to
increase,you do not look for shelter.youll soon be back home
anyway.
you enter the door,and your dog does not greet you hello.it
sitts there,in the corner of its side of the bed,trying to
worm up.the lights are off.you find your self in the almost
completly darkened room,moving towards the bed,sitting by
your dog.the one who always was there for you.comforting.his
looking at you with his puppy eyes as if saying:"it could be
worse"...
your mind starts to drift as you lay on the bed,watching the
shadows on the ceiling move in a horific kind of a way,as
if they have a life of theire own,illuminated by the street
lamps.
life is nothing but a slight heavanlly bliss,you think,or
are they?
maybe i was put down on this earth for a reason? maybe there
is a higher cause? life can not be that complicated,that
hard...
you wake up,live through the day's  mysteries,trying to keep
up with it.with what people are expecting from you,with the
problems in your job,your personal life,romance ...and you
think :does it all matter? you live in a bubble wich can
explode any second now,buy the delicate balance of things.
why am i here anyway? why does everyone i meet tells me life
is preciouse,life is a gift?...after all,we were born from
the nothingness i call death and we will all go back
there,in the end.so why do people concider life as a gift?
it is a small fraction between two deaths.it is someones
joke.as if he says: " im pulling you out of your death so
youll taist something good but you'll go back there.very
soon."
you fell asleep.just to wake up again.and so you do.
you hear your dog barks ,pulling your bed cover off of
you,wagging its tail.you get up from your nightmare.from
that horrific truth and push yourself  to that same
kettle.opens another earl gray.thinking maybe this day is
going to be lovely.different.
you get dressed,put the collar arround the dog's
neck,grabbing the end of it,facing the world outside,as you
close the door behind you.
close another day