The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry

Time is linear, one day runs into the next, into the next, until the days run out on our clock and we expire. We can't be wound back up like a watch, or have a new battery popped into us. We wear out, wear down. How we spend that time, who we spend it with, that is what makes life worth living.

There was a story on Escape Pod a while back, "Friction".

It seems like when my day is going smoothly, that I can breeze through it and everything is wonderful. My Sunday this weekend was like that. The day was perfect, nothing ruined it and it was probably the best day I've had in a long time.

Mondays are usually rough, coming back into the office after such a great weekend is usually either difficult to deal with because you're busy, or you might come in and be good to go. Yesterday was a Monday where everything seemed fine.

Tuesday, well, it was obviously a delayed Monday.

I was tired when I woke up this morning, and I was up late cleaning the shower and doing general housework. My dreams were good ones, the weather was nice, I was really looking forward to getting off work. Things change though, maybe it was shaving last night that did it. Fishermen believe shaving changes their luck, some people believe that trimming their toenails does the same. I'd had maybe a week and a half of growth on a new beard. I got a haircut AND shaved yesterday. I guess I'll probably go home tonight and just go to bed early, it's supposed to rain.

How's this related to friction? Well, our interactions with people, be they smooth and pleasant or rough are all forms of friction. Friction on the mind, and they can drag you down or build you up. Sometimes circumstances don't always allow things to go as you'd like them. I think that life is worth fighting for, dreams are worth striving for. I feel so worn sometimes that I don't want to dream anymore. Dreams can either soar greatly, or be dashed on the rocks and I'm tired of having my dreams shattered.