It’s a beautiful day and I have a cup of strong, hot, black coffee. I sit in an old chair on a private beach in northern Denmark and look out over the Baltic Sea where there sits a wooden ship, over one hundred years old. It’s a crisp, cool morning and I’m alone as as watch the beautiful shades of blues and blacks change with the waves in the sea. And then, somewhere, something bubbles up in my mind. A word.

“But…”

On such a morning, a perfect day for life, that single word breaks the sunny day like the shadow of ugly skyscraper. There is nothing hampering happiness and so my mind finds it necessary to create problems that do not exist. Battling the shadows for the sake of happiness, I chuckle a bit at the insanity and take a sip of coffee.

I think, “if you can’t be happy here, then where?!”

But that is the condition of humans. The future always looms with the unknown at its side. There is no reason for this other than a sadistic need to sabotage our own happiness whether for a day, a week or a year. Dog forbid a lifetime. And one day our life is over, years have past and we find our self on a perfect beach with strong cup of black coffee staring out over the Baltic Sea looking at a one hundred year old wooden ship. We wonder where our time has gone. And then something bubbles up in our minds. A word.

“Why!”