Yet again the universe was dropping choice turds in front of him. “That’s life!” some would say, without thinking. But it wasn’t really life. It was how you led your life, and he had tried, failing many times. He had tried to lead a good life. Looking at the finish line looming nearer and nearer, the idea of good was fading in favor of some peace and quiet.
The suburbs were never a good idea. They were never a good thing but for the time being he was hidden in their mazes of bland and beige houses. He was comfortable. But now he found he wasn’t opposed to it. The city had become even more of a monstrosity of human ugliness with every sort of man-made evil laid out for consumption.
It offered a never-ending comfort if you had the cash and if you didn’t mind watching the world burn from a comfortable chair. He sipped his coffee and pondered about the cement and trees that surrounded him. Comfort came in many forms bot for now he enjoyed its soothing but stern grasp knowing all the while that the thorns would show themselves at any moment.
The Armchair Philosopher 
The suburbs are a turd-of-a-piece of fate. I would say that minus the bike trails and mountains in the background ;). And of course, those rare souls who have a dogged sense of empathy toward their fellow local denizens!
Yes. The first thought that came to my mind was perspective. Seeing the suburbs from the mountains is somewhat different than looking at mountains from the suburbs. Thanks for your comment and reading!!!
Unless you are riding a single-speed bike for an epic ride – haha. Good to see you still philosophying (you don’t have to post this)
Thank you dude! Please say hello to everyone. I’m still riding the single speed with a smile on my face 🙂
”I read the news today, oh boy.”
I’m disappointed that wasn’t the first sentence here.
Otherwise, spot on.
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