"Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt"
-W.B. Yeats, The Fascination of What's Difficult
And the metaphorical plane is metaphorically whining over the metaphorical telecoms, metaphorically whirling, spinning, burning and falling into the metaphorical ground, the metaphorical dirt and red flames spraying up symbolically with a big metaphorical crash. Metaphorically.
It's simultaneously amazing and frightening- and yes- that's how I'm finding things right now. Metaphor solved.
It's not the fact that I'm facing some low points. I can deal with that, and we all have to at times- it's human! If anything, I've experienced a lot of high points recently too, which usually help to counteract the low ones. It's really just the fact that these highs and lows are coming so fast and frequently that I'm almost lost in the plot of it all. Like an over the top CGI plane crash in an action movie franchise. It's a wild spontaneity which I'm not liking as someone who likes to plan ahead and be prepared.
Things happening. Things not happening. Things taking an agonisingly long time to happen. Unexpected things happening. Stupid actions, stupider reactions. Compassion and lack of passion. A cacophony of things happening, all at once.
But it does seem like something which a lot of the people I have talked to seem to be going through too. Not that that invalidates this feeling. If anything, it amplifies it. Whether it's small inconveniences or genocides left to boil in blood elsewhere in the world, it's adding up. Between all of us.
And it doesn't look like it'll end all that soon. Because of this, you try to be stoic. An attitude which I actually encouraged to one of my classes that I teach, despite not always practising it myself. You can only ignore what you can't control for so long... Right?
Maybe it's time to take control of the metaphorical steering wheel, even if we're tumbling through the flames.
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