Every morning when we wake up. We slide into a gentle coma.
Routine chores, petty distractions and trivial pursuits are the carbon monoxide that slowly lulls us into a stupor.
Occasionally, we get a rescusitation. Through the birth of a loved one, the death of a loved one, the start of a relationship or the end of a relationship.
In such moments, we may awaken for a moment. But soon enough, we drift back into the coma.
We spend most of our days in a vegetative state. And Life slips through our fingers.
Then one day our knees start squeaking and everyone calls us “wee mzee”.
Then we wonder, where did all the years go?
Fabio