The Wrong End of the Rabbit Hole

Here’s something I wrote a couple of years ago on Facebook that just came up in my “memories” feed:

You ever find yourself thinking about some detail when suddenly you pull up a level to see the project in which that detail resides? And then you pop up one more level and see the goal that the project is just part of, and then the lifestyle improvement the goal will enable, and then the lifestyle choice, then the life plan and all of a sudden you pop up all the levels until you are looking back at that detail as if through the wrong end of a telescope. And slowly, you look up from that telescope and look around, and see this moment, and realize it might be your last or the very first of many more. And the sun shines and the breeze blows and you feel the love you have for those you hold most dear… And then you realize you have to eat, keep a roof over your head and take care of the kids and/or prepare for the day when you can’t take care of yourself any longer. And you grab the wrong end of the telescope with both hands and, struggling against all the gravity-like forces trying to pull you back into the moment, you claw your way back down the rabbit hole toward that horrid little detail and embrace it as if it was a long lost friend. Because you have to. Yeah, it’s Monday.