The Trouble With Everything
It doesn’t last long enough.
It takes too long.
It lasts just long enough.
There’s no place to put it, or there’s no room for it anyway, or you forget where you put it just when you really need it.
If you ever remember where you did put everything, you never remember where it all was to start with.
It takes too long to get everywhere and there’s never enough time.
It’s always too far from where you are to where everything all is, and then you don’t want to have to come all the way back.
Even if you’re really interested in everything, it’s way too easy to get distracted by everything else.
It’s too small.
It’s too big.
Some of it costs too much.
There’s too much free stuff.
Everybody else is into it all, too.
You have to share everything with everybody else.
The choice of size, colour and style is too broad.
The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
There’s too many parts of the whole.
Each individual part of the sum is as interesting as every other part.
You never remember everything’s name.
The signage is too complicated, if there’s any signage at all.
The instructions are too complicated, if there’s any instructions at all.
If it was a movie, it would probably be a prize-winning foreign film without subtitles.
If it was a book, it would probably be all table of contents, endnotes, appendix, and index.
If it was a game, it would calvinball. Or fizbin.
If it was a computer application, it would be from Microsoft (which would make Bill Gates God, so never mind that one.)
Christians see everything as Christian. Communists see everything as Communist. Bolivians see everything as Bolivian. Mac users - well, Mac users.
Everything’s too high. It’s too long. It’s too much. It’s too good.
If everything was a poem, it would be the Aeneid. All except for the part about finally arriving in Italy, because you never - ever- get to Italy.
There’s too much to choose from in a reasonable amount of time.
In the end, you never find what you really needed anyway.
You never get what you really wanted either.
But somewhere in the chaos of everything, you just might find your heart’s desire. Even if you don’t really quite know exactly what that is. Or just where it might be out there. Wondering and searching are half the joy of everything.
If everything was time, it would always be about to run out.
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Edited/Improved Monday, October 22, 2007