“There’s no secret to balance…
…You just have to feel the waves.” Or so the great Frank Herbert’s character Darwi Odrade would have us think.
Given what happens to Darwi and her order in the last Dune book, I think she’s agree that life’s perversity is no better seen than how it can lull you and then suddenly toss up a rogue wave of impressive proportions just when you are getting comfortable.
My life was, I thought, had reached a sort of stasis. I had accepted many things: I was not going to have any sort of real sex life, I was not going to drink again, I would likely go insane somewhere down the road, and either be killed (by myself, someone else, or circumstance) or be committed. But at the end of the day I was okay with that – I’m doing better than a lot of other psychics.
Now, and not that some of what I just talked about might not yet come to pass, through the lens of this wave’s water, things have changed. My future is no longer steady decline into dystopia.
My point is never think your future is set, your path fixed, or your situation permanent. Things will change. Of course this means things, no matter how good they might get for my dousing, will get crazy or bad or whatever again.
At least things are looking up though.
(And yes, I am deliberately not divulging the source of the wave.)
