Adulthood

Some quarantining at Qualicum Beach

Adulthood

No use to run to the camera while crimson lights up a cloud bank on the eastern horizon. It never looks right. Maybe, you wonder, with some enhancement, some manipulation of hue and saturation, you could get it there. “Here, look at this one Jim!” And you could learn to live with that. That bit of sweetening for concealment, just this side of consciousness; a good stones throw from being obvious. Like a bit of padding or cinching under your clothes. A minor fudge on your resume. A few seconds of silence that lends credence to your professor’s falsehood. Sooner be accepted under false pretext than live with rejection — we apprentice personal subterfuge. Nothing overt. Just enough camouflage to escape question, just enough rouge to be let into the club. How refreshing then — adulthood. No matter how old. Content to stay in your morning chair and watch the colours run their course without the need for a filter. How healing then, released from the straining tensions of slightly twisted truths, is learning to live with the ongoing and regular disappointments of life.

 

14 Comments

  1. Yes, yes, yes!

    Though as a photographer, I tweak photos to make them look like what I actually saw. Or was it what I remember seeing? The camera is not as gifted as the eye! Nor can even perfectly tweaked photos sub for the real experience. So these days I’m doing little curating of frozen images and more actual mindful “presence”.

    Which is your point, I believe. Thank you.

  2. Thanks a lot Steve! Just as I thought that maybe, in my advanced and grizzled years, I was getting there, I recognize myself somewhere in the middle of this piece! Why is growing up so hare and why does it take so long??

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