A Wise Ceiling

When you stare at a ceiling long enough, it starts to talk . . .

“Feeling stuck?”

Yup. I have not wanted to face myself by writing for a while now. I THINK about writing and facing myself and THINK about writing and facing myself and THINK about writing and facing myself.

“And you do this while staring at me?”

Yup.

“But you weren’t staring at me. You gazed in my direction while you thought about writing and not wanting to face yourself.”

I guess you are right.

“Whew! I’m glad we clarified that. I felt self-conscious wondering, ‘Why is he staring at me?’ “

I’m sorry.

“No worries. What is on your mind that you do not want to face?”

Death. My cousin and several people close to me died recently. How much time do I have left before my soul is recycled?

“I wish I could tell you, but it is better that you do not know. Imagine how anxious you would feel if you knew the date and it got closer and closer. Isn’t it better not knowing and having Death surprise you?”

Yup, you’re right. Gosh, you’re a wise celing.

“Thank you.”

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