Is it good? Is it bad? Is it better?
It doesn't really change.
Some days are better than others.
At times, it feels like slogging through swampland.
Sinking a bit while flailing against the thick, hanging
vines and sticky cobwebs that impede progress even
more than the mucky path alone.
And, while flailing furiously, keeping a (paranoid?) eye out for
nasty critters hunching in and behind what is thought
of as debris but is really quite natural for that environment.
Does that mean I am out of my environment? Or, is my focus
on the immediate obstacles overriding any observation, and
possible enjoyment, of things outside my tunnel vision?
If I widen my view, do I stumble over the obvious or can I keep
all elements, near and far, in their correct perspective?
Is life a swampy jungle or a rolling ocean?
If so, then do I not need to continue slogging but
also be prepared to ride the waves?
Wait a minute...
where the hell did I put my life preserver?