This life is a book I don’t want to finish

On the last day before I started back to work I trimmed my beard and tried to take it easy. I picked Lily up at the church, already missing those little moments of ferrying her around. On the one hand a chore, on the other hand a new, small memory. The reflection of Charlotte in the car’s digital display, picturing how she’ll look when she gets older. Walking to the lake with Dawn in the morning as the sun’s coming up and we have the whole park to ourselves. Going back to the sofa and finishing a book where the protagonist dies at the end, a kind of surprise. Noticing how detached and connected I feel at the same time. Like this life is a book where I can go in and out with moments I’m both disinterested and spellbound. No book can hold you for that long. It’s good writing, a good story, or a combination of both. Or neither. I stack each line on top of the last one like it’s a game where you see how high you can go before it all falls down. And then we put the pieces back in the box and move on. It’s a game where there is no winning, only the joy in the odd and unexplained. The amazement of how much you can make from so little. Or the reverse, where I make so little from so much.



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10 replies

  1. Affinitive familiarity in the concept. Just like “we have met somewhere, but where?”

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  2. “it’s a game where there is no winning.” i love this line

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  3. Excellent, Bill. “Joy in the odd and unexplained” goes up on my memo board.

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  4. “I stack each line on top of the last one like it’s a game where you see how high you can go before it all falls down. And then we put the pieces back in the box and move on.” I like this piece. I don’t like the idea of life being a book that you don’t want to finish, though, and I don’t know why. It’s not the writing, it’s something about the bell it rings in me. That bell kind of hurts, or something, I don’t know what. It makes me uncomfortable, and I’ll have to try to figure out why that is. You’re making me work with this one, sir. Now I’m going to have to spend some time figuring out why I am bothered. Thanks a bunch. I’m being facetious, of course. Growth is a good thing, and this one pushes that button. So thank you, and not facetiously.

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    • Thank you…I’ll admit this title stinks. The logic doesn’t hold up. Sometimes I get lazy with titles and this is one of those times…but I’m happy it got you thinking at least! That was the goal. No need to apologize or worry about how you sound here. All good. 🤪

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  5. That’s a lot of inspiration in a short little bit of prose. You are so good.

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