THE AUTHOR, THE AFTERWORD, AND YOU!
I’m sure that all of us, whenever life has us down in the morning, has thought about how great it’d be if a meteor landed on our school, or if our office building exploded into a million pieces.
We feel that way when we’ve got a specific reason for our depression—an upcoming final exam, a disagreeable coworker—or even if there’s nothing particularly wrong. Maybe we just get sick of the same old routine, and the gap in our minds between ideals and reality starts driving us crazy. We look back at it all, and we seriously say to ourselves, “Wonder if there are any meteors around…”
It’s not as though people like that honestly want the world to end. They’re just looking for some catastrophe that would let them toss away everything weighing them down and head to Hawaii for a bit. Unfortunately, life has a way of not allowing that. No matter how heavy and plodding things are, no matter how much you just want to give up and run away, it’s hard to just shove it all in the trash. You wind up doing your thing, time passes, and then things work out good, or bad, or whatever—but since you can’t run away or trash it, you do what you can to mold everything in a way that looks nice. Or at least I do.
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