The grass is always greener

Riding on the train in the city night, finding entertainment in the lives of those around me-all this is a vacation from my own life of responsibilities and expectations.  For the moment I am free to be the silent observer, watching the perhaps drunk, certainly mentally ill man in an altercation with another person ready to fight over any imagined slight, then each gradually backing off.  The ill man then beating his head against the window as he mutters to himself.  What demons follow him around?  The white, middle-aged couple who seem out of place, the many young and quite old, each lost in their own drama called life as the city slips by outside.

We all want to live, and yet at the slightest chance of escape from the lives we have mostly constructed for ourselves, we jump.  What fools are we?

drunk in public

This final summer session of law school stumbled to the finish line much like it had too much to drink last night.  Crashing, careening, sometimes messy, but to the end it went.

Life got in the way a bit, with a wedding for my youngest son smack dab in the middle of exams, with the attendant family and friends staying at the house, social events and sweet memories to be made.  Things at work heated up, as it seems they are wont to do at exam time-what karmic returns are these, I wonder?

the shortest distance between two points

Occam's razor might be applied to my current situation, but I'm not sure it's always true where human behavior is concerned.  Or is it?