May You Be Ordinary, As The Poet

...life Is A Gift Bestowed Without Anyone Asking For It; That The Thinking Person Has A Philosophical Duty To Examine Both The Nature Of Life And The Conditions It Comes With; And That If This Person Decides To Renounce The Gift No One Asks For, It Is The Moral And Human Duty To Act On The Consequences Of That Decision.

Why Should Anything Happen When Everything Has Happened?

All Bad Things Are Exaggerated In The Middle Of The Night. When You Lie Awake, You Only Think Of Bad Things.

And No, It Wasn't Shame I Now Felt, Or Guilt, But Something Rarer In My Life And Stronger Than Both: Remorse. A Feeling Which Is More Complicated, Curdled, And Primeval. Whose Chief Characteristic Is That Nothing Can Be Done About It: Too Much Time Has Passed, Too Much Damage Has Been Done, For Amends To Be Made.

The Better You Know Someone, The Less Well You Often See Them (and The Less Well They Can Therefore Be Transferred Into Fiction). They May Be So Close As To Be Out Of Focus, And There Is No Operating Novelist To Dispel The Blur.