Tuesday, March 16, 2010

People say all sorts of things about just accepting where you are, becoming happy with your lot in life, joy in the journey, all of that. I think sometimes it's wrong. You can't layer sand over toxic waste and make a perfect beach.

It can be beautiful sand, the really fine stuff that feels like liquid velvet between your toes. You can lay in it and feel the waves crash over you gently in the shallows. You can appreciate it with every fiber of your being. That stuff that's trying to kill you will still seep up between the grains and be everywhere, all the time, impossible to wish away.

Toxic waste cleanup is expensive.

Also, God forbid we should talk about it.

4 comments:

Steve said...

That's probably wiser then I'd like to accept.

Trash does need to be dug up before it can be burned.

Meg said...

Um...Yes. Yes, yes, and yes. Acceptance is crutch for some people. Well, it's not actually acceptance; it's giving up.

Day said...

You don't have some sort of an awesome, tidy definition for the distinction between (presumably healthy?) acceptance and crutchy giving up, do you?

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My distinction is simple: if I am doing it then it is acceptance. If somebody else is doing it for something that annoys me, then it is giving up. Or... some such...