It's great to no longer be caught in inertia's sticky web. The heavy strands dragged me down through the mattress and made it seem impossible to stand. A thick fog settled down over me and pressed me flat. I lived that way for the better part of five years.
Let's not think of it as wasted life. Let's think of it as a coma. A state in which all activity had to cease in order for the soul to heal. In my coma, I dreamed of the past believing I still lived there and might yet again.
As I began to stir, the healer spoke. That time has passed. Matter of factly, firmly, gently. It was not the first time I'd heard those words, but this time I accepted them as true.
And when I had awoken fully I saw that I'd grown older.
Right now, I'd like to be sleeping. It's almost 1 A.M. and my alarm is set for 3:15. I've got to go to a factory this morning in which someone died during the course of his or her daily work. My job will be to remain awake and to support those who remain alive.
I am thinking forward this morning.
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