Reality at a Breakfast Table…
We worry. We worry about small things. We worry about big things.
We worry about life. We worry about enough salt, about the lack of money on our kid’s birthday and about the washing that we left on the line after we have gone out and the clouds look really dark.
We worry about a lover’s changed mood, late home-comings after work and the lack of touching when they lie next to us at night.
We worry about sex or the lack thereof, about broken condoms and late periods.
We worry about walking down the wrong street, about waiting too long at a traffic light at 2 ‘o clock in the morning and about locked doors and gates and alarm systems.
We worry about celebrities and their make-up, about which movies have won awards and the about the cheapest way to look like a million dollars.
We worry about disease, we worry about the inevitability of death and we worry about our meekness and mortality.
We worry about the lies we cannot remember we have told and we worry about the truth.
We worry about missed phone calls, letters not received and about the letters not sent.
We worry about being loved unconditionally and we worry about loving.
We worry about trees, about whales, about the traffic and about the pollution.
We worry about people whom we have never met and probably never will meet.
We worry about being a somebody and about shoes and dresses.
We worry about the cold and we worry about the heat.
We worry about dirty dishes, wasted dreams and television shows.
We worry about the hangovers and the nights not remembered.
We worry about mistakes made, lessons learnt and about being forgiven. We worry about forgiving.
We worry about the dead and we worry about the living. We worry about existence.
We worry about religion, about spirituality and we worry about the loss of faith.
We worry about empty fridges, empty stomachs and our children’s homework.
We worry about diamond rings, billion dollar yachts, mahogany furniture and the daily gossip about a neighbour’s love affair.
We worry about radical change, political asylums and stubborn youth.
We worry about mass production and maximum profit and then we worry about malnourished children and the homeless.
We worry about knowing things, about intelligence and about being intellectual.
We worry about history. About the sins of our forefathers that we are still paying for and we worry about the children we haven’t had yet.
We worry about being individuals, about hair styles and about how many people know our names.
We worry about burnt rice, about the football score and about the winner of a game show.
We worry about getting up early, about getting to work on time and about what to have for lunch.
We worry about straight teeth, straight hair and and straight backs.
We worry about our loved ones abroad, about our loved ones around the corner and about our loved ones across the dinner table.
We worry about drugs, about alcohol and anti-depressants.
We worry about the lack of sleep and we worry about worrying too much.
With all this worrying when do we live?
