Tick Toc

I'd like to say "good morning!", but as it's neither 'morning', nor, especially, 'good'... I shan't. What I will say is 'what must be borne, can be borne'.

Expectations are terrifying...

Expectations exist in the future, and everything belonging to the future relies on our imagination. All that relies on imagination is the slave to mood and temperament... and never forget... the moment!

Hope, the great folly of the reality-challenged optimistic (recently associated with stupidity - in a study, no doubt, sponsored by the terminally [intelligent] depressed pessimists), is essentially founded on the imagination, but so is despair.

However, the sun still shines, the clouds still shade, rain falls and the wind never lets us forget...