The rains come at night now. They are heavy and there is something very elemental in the way they cover the city. They bring uncertainty and doubt with them. Unlike the rains of my childhood that were sweet and bore the possibility of new beginnings. These days they sneak up on you like strangers in the night. To me, they are the embodiment of adulthood disappointment. You know the one I’m talking about, the slap around the curve, the slam in your face, that kind of thing. The moment you realize life is not easy and you have to work for everything.
Quite literally. You work for money, you work for a good relationship with your partner, you work out. Work work work. You see, the problem is, this word is so full of negative connotations now that the simple thought of it discourages people like me. People who just want to be, who just want to find a meaning in life without killing themselves with work. I think every adult reaches a sort of burnout moment in their life at some point or another. Of course, what really matters is how you get out of that moment, how you walk past it, how you put it behind you. You know, how you make the rain be less scary and more comforting, life-bearing and beautiful. The way it should be.
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