Anyway is not optimism.
It’s what’s left when the dramatic arc refuses to form.
When the response doesn’t come.
When the spark doesn’t ignite.
You pause.
Anyway.
Thoughts from the edge of ordinary
Anyway is not optimism.
It’s what’s left when the dramatic arc refuses to form.
When the response doesn’t come.
When the spark doesn’t ignite.
You pause.
Anyway.
A short poetic reflection on futility. Not as failure, but as quiet rebellion. On showing up, even when it feels pointless. On still being here.
A delightful word. Frivolous. I love the way it rolls off the tongue…lighthearted with a touch of whimsy. Our dictionary friends tell us that the…