the good, the bad,
and the ugly
Perspective is a tricky player. And there are days when you are blinded by the hand you are dealt, full of jokers and and clubs and spades. Days when you can’t see past the black humor of life.
Days when the good hides in the bottom of the deck and the bad, that ugly jack, gets turned face up.
And you know it’s all a game, that soon it will be over and life will go on the way it always does and next time you play you will get a hand full of diamonds. Or hearts.
And you know that in the grand scheme of things, it’s really not that bad anyway, everyone loses sometimes, everyone gets beat, or drops a card on the floor, or gets stuck playing 52 pick-up. My brother used to love pulling that one on me.
This has been a week like that.
A week that will pass whether I win or I lose, and some weeks, that’s just the way it goes.
I keep trying to focus on the good. I’m usually much better at that than I have been this week. This week that started out just fine and then turned into one small calamity after another. All small, all survivable, all just tiny blips on the big screen of life.
And now I’m mixing metaphors.
That’s okay, life is like that, too.
And I have this photo of this bird that came to visit me on Monday. And that was very, very good.
And every so often, if you stare at it for a long enough time, the ugly can start to look beautiful.
Any second now, I just know I’m going to draw the queen of hearts.
Come on, hit me.