Thoughts of past mistakes pain the mind, errors of judgement leading to the destruction of objects of value. These thoughts are almost instantly followed by suicidal ones, the thought of breaking the neck with a rope. A thought as useless as the regret over the long past mistake.
Most actions lead to results, to some sort of creation. The alternative route taken a long time ago may have had more serious and more unpleasant consequences than the path that was followed that leads to the current result. The current result is not so bad, there are innumerable alternatives that would be far worse.
It is a warm overcast morning, the alarm on the mobile 'phone sounds. The light is grey and flat, a lovely situation for photographs, if there is anything worth making a picture of. But first, get up and make breakfast. And then get the computer from upstairs to read the news. But beforehand, try to set up the communications protocols on the computer so that the internet may be received on the device at all.
And the news is as dismal as always. Two self-important blowhards are making decisions to hold the rest of Europe to ransom. These autocrats cannot tell the difference between their personal wellbeing and the necessities in their countries. They are extortionists, grifters, call them what you like. There are many more, waiting at the sides of the stage, practising their lines, confusing their personal pride with that of the people they wish to rule. Most of them never will, that is the dim light at the end of the tunnel. The tail light of a receding train.
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