Life Easier

I feel some kind of compulsion to rest in precarious places. Down below the bridge under Highway 201, just a half-submerged rock in Round Hill River, telling me to take it easy a while. The people who walk over likely won't see me, and those driving, not a chance. The tranquil illusion offers just enough duration to settle the buzzing in me. Enforced relaxation makes the rest of life easier to endure. I've kept a promise all these years that I don't intend to break. I'll never mistake the chaos in my head as a natural extension of the world without. The world is full of worries, but there's no chance that my brain has the capacity to contain them. Luckily enough, my homeland has had no conflict for a couple of centuries. The last fighting on Nova Scotia soil was in the form of privateer raids during the American Revolution, ending at Lunenburg in 1782. Who am I not to take some advantage of peace? Otherwise, all the wars weren't worth it.

May 26, 2025
Round Hill, Nova Scotia

Year 18, Day 6406 of my daily journal.