Out the Dinwp

A gust of wind blew paper around your office.

A particular peice of paper was removed from the building, and now is in the breeze.

Eventually it will hit the ground.

It's been a couple hours since your last existential crisis.

You work in the "sit in the office and have earth-shattering crises about life" department of your office building, so you watch that paper flutter and you let thoughts consume you. Thoughts of what each of us really is (are?).

It can Be FRIGHTENING to Think that Each of US is on a journey that will END as............inevitably................as that paper will hit the pavement. The passage of time, as certain and concrete and unchangeable as gravity, will kill us all.

You call your secretary. "My existential crisis is extra intense today" you say, "Call me when it's lunch break."

You press your face against the glass.

Oh wait, I said earlier that the window was open. Otherwise, the paper wouldn't have blown out of it. CONTINUITY ERROR!!!

You close your window, and then press your face against the glass. Your breath hits the window and the condensation quickly vanishes, "As certainly as each of us will" you think. CRISIS INTENSIFYING.

You walk away from the window, out of the building, away from that job, and get a new job as a schoolteacher. You go rockclimbing on weekends, when you've got enough saved up for a trip. You finally propose to your girlfriend, and together you help overcome her neuroses and your booger issue.

Yes, you're a peice of paper.

Might as well not just plummet like a boulder, but instead, DANCE in the air, SPIN, ZOOM, make incredible shapes, fly in whatever direction you feel compelled to.

Cherish the breeze as it touches your sides. Fight the wind, or fly with it high in to the sky.

Don't let the inevitability of losing it keep you from enjoying it while it's there.

A few weeks later you go back to your office to pick up some things.

You again see that peice of paper...the one that blew from your window not long ago.

It's sitting on the ground.

You pick it up, draw a circle, and leave it behind.