Comfortable is a silk duvet in an air-conditioned room. Change comes like little red ants that suddenly appear on your bed as you wake up. Unwelcome, unneeded, unwanted. But they appear all the same.
Like little jokes from God, but He is serious. And this is real. And you have to face them—those little red ants. They hurry towards you. They want to bite you. You know it. And still— you do not move. You watch them come closer and you think to yourself—“They will bite. It will hurt.” And still, you stay as you are. Because you are stupid enough to wish things will be otherwise. You hope that they will not bite you. That they will just go march over you and leave you alone. Then you’d be okay. Okay—as you were before the ants came. They come. The ants are almost upon you. You see them and they see you. You freeze. A blink is all it takes. “It’s not too late to move,” you suddenly realize. And so you move. You take that silk duvet and shake it off. Up and down. Side to side. You shake until all the ants are gone, and you are safe. Your silk duvet is comfortable once more. You turn the air-conditioner up. And you wait for either of two things—for the time you need to tango with ants again, or for the time you need to get out of bed.
Comfortable is a silk duvet in an air-conditioned room.
—-Re-posted from the tumblr. wrote this last night before I went to bed.