Words to Myselves

M = Me

OM = Other Me

M: How’s life treating you?

OM: Guessing you already know.

M: Most likely. But what’s your take on it?

OM: Rough. Discouraging. In other words, life is life. Breaking news, I know.

M: Of course. But we live for the little moments, right?

OM: Where’d you read that?

M: I made it up. But that’s not to say it hasn’t been written before. What’s it matter anyway? Being a writer isn’t synonomous with being original.

OM: We both have a few names in our heads, don’t we?

M: I’ll say it again. Most likely.

OM: So what’s your take?

M: On what?

OM: Life. Duh.

M: Well, I kind of told you, but I can elaborate. I think we push through most of life, that vast majority being trials and errors and trials to come, in order to get to the little moments of happiness or feelings of success.

OM: Is there such thing? As success, I mean.

M: I should hope so. But if you think success brings satisfaction, you’ve got another thing coming.

OM: I figure it already came.

M: I figure you’re right.

OM: Well... I should probably get back to... doing... something.

M: As should I. But one last thing.

OM: Yeah?

M: Just know... They’ll be moments when you’ll enjoy it.

OM: Enjoy what?

M: Life... Duh.