"There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck..."
Editor's Note: we interrupt our regular blog session to bring this rambling, ambiguous message/rant precipitated by Stress, that conniving lackey of the ever-fickle Fate.
And so the car sputters and stalls...again. If only life came with a warranty.
Alas, there are no guarantees. No certainties. No assurances of security nor promises of prosperity.
There are no sure bets. Just one chapter after another full of unplanned narratives and unwelcomed plot twists.
Sometimes you find yourself stranded, or nearly so. The fast lane you once occupied is now traveled by others while you watch them pass in a blur. You pull off to the shoulder to minimize the risk of being run over. Sometimes it works; other times your luck runs out. All you can do is watch the sands fall in the hourglass and brace for impact.
Few things are as frustrating as being stranded - physically, emotionally, or financially. Even with warning signs of engine failure, the most intrepid souls plow ahead and hope for a smooth ride. Such is their foolhardy mistake.
The ride is rarely smooth.
Where is the AAA motor club for mid-life crises? Where is the roadside mechanic who will come to my aid and jumpstart my life?
Haven't I paid my dues?
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