Through The Tunnel

People always say you have to look for the light at the end of the tunnel.

But I’m more concerned with how I got in the tunnel.

Why did that happen? Why would I willingly put myself into a dark, dank, narrow tunnel in the first place? Maybe it wasn’t willingly, in which case the tunnel is just pretty depressive. I’d prefer a graveyard for depressive moods.

If I like what I’m doing, than I’m probably on rolling hills, or open seas, or in the mountains. All of which are more appealing than a tunnel.

I think the tunnel metaphor is a pretty bad one.

In fact, the tunnel should have a bunch of fluorescent lights installed in it the whole time. That way you’ll know where you are in the tunnel. And it should be a big tunnel, too, so you can lie down, sleep, eat, throw parties, drive a car, etc.

So while you’re in your tunnel, I’ll be out sailing the high seas.

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