On time

The explosion sounded like a pop, a sudden, sharp sound but it was not substantial.  It was a silly sound to begin the massive cloud that enveloped the car.  And by the damsel emerged with her working clothes not knowing what was happening, she was a doctor not a mechanic.  And he, the passerby, was of little help.  All he could do was say to her she was not going to get yo work that day.  Not on time, anyway.

Wrapped up in my own troubles, wrapped so tight in my own troubles I can barely see further than the trouble for more than a moment.  The irony is in that moment I have a clear recognition that my troubles are pointless, meaningless, of no consequence.  In that moment I understand all I should do is pursue my own happiness, after all happiness is something that anyone can achieve.

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