Dear Diamonds & Rust,
I know what you are thinking: What will I stop saying because I know it is only something I say, out of habit? I am trying to remove the oblivious and unconscious references to things as 'good' or 'bad.' It's exhausting and unrewarding, tedious and futile, but I am doing it anyway. It could be a favorable pursuit. I am worried that language is running the show, that words are the sticks and the stones, and that the physical objects are lying around inert, waiting to be named. Rise up you inanimate objects! Rise up! Claim your rightful place in our world, our hearts, our consciousness!
Consider what it is to feel safe, to feel comfortable, to be content. The very young like to have their things about them- the special books and furry bears, toys, dolls, blankets. We are not so old as to eschew these comforts ourselves- we only make do with the idea that we will get through this dinner, this boring lecture, this journey of hardships, because when it is over, we can return to our slippers and chair, or our coffee cup and books. Plus what, it might not be as bad as we expect, it might even be a good lecture.
So just what is delayed gratification? An endless stream of promises? Who can live on only the promise of tomorrow being better? Isn't that just something we like to say to reassure one another?
Still, I can't bear to see you sad, so I say once again, I know tomorrow will be a better day, a good day.
Diamonds and Rust.