The Most Difficult of Things

 

is not marriage or parenting

or learning to sew.

 

not programming or finals

or burying your in-law.

 

What is most difficult is

living.

 

Living without pretending, that is.

And what are we pretending, you ask?

 

We pretend that our actions and our agendas

make any sense

 

when they make no more sense

than walking into your backyard

to stare at some grass–

or screaming from the top of your lungs.

 

 

 

 

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