Every time we do something bad it's always the last time, and for a while, it truly is. Then our tantalizing frontal lobe begins whispering sweet nothings to us. "It's not so bad." "Everyone else does it." "It's not like you're dumb enough to get caught." And lo' and(more) behold, the last time becomes the first time and this time becomes the last time. Thus the cycle continues until in a brief moment of clarity one might look back at the ruinous series of concessions to impulse and realize the folly of their ways. 'Never more shall I succumb to my base urges!' One vows to think with a clear head and live their ideal life. However, the impulses don't go away. Forever gnawing at the forefront of ones thoughts is the desire to toss ones life to the wayside and revel in the pleasure of their given vice. So when confrontation occurs and they face their ruin, all that goes through their heads is, ". . .this will be the last time."(less)
The rain stopped falling yesterday, or clouds stopped forming, or the water stopped evaporating, or something happened. Rivers ran dry within a few months. More remote villagers were forced to abandon the houses that their fathers lived in, and their fathers before them, and move towards civilization. I guess(more) the fishing industry must have moved towards the ocean, but I was never a fan of fish, so I never took notice.
The world was baffled. Scientists began to study what happened, politicians promised that it could be fixed, and religious leaders (or some of them) said "the end was nigh!" But it the end wasn't here - not yet at least. The conclusion that these smart people came to, was that at some point, the water cycle simply stopped. They said that there was a specific point when, for the last time, water was picked up out of the rivers and lakes and oceans, and turned into water vapour. Of course they couldn't pinpoint it, but it happened.
Then after that, the cycle just didn't complete. Something went wrong somewhere - I like to think that there was a failure in the clouds. I never really liked clouds, never trusted them. But I think I'm going to have to live along with the rest of the world, never really knowing the specific point it happened. It's a strange place now there are no clouds though. It makes me less stressed, obviously, but it makes every day feel like you're wandering through a desert, sand swirling around you, exposed to the blue wonder that hangs above all of us. I'm starting to not trust the sky. (less)
Some people are always quick to say the last time I did that or the last time I was there. Most of the time it is said after
someone is talking about some exotic place they have been.
Or if you say you were in NY and went to th(more)e top of the
Empire State building . You can bet someone will say
The Last Time I was their. It's like a game to some people like Can You Top This. It seems their goal in life is to be more
worldly travelled, or done anything at one time or another
that anyone has ever done. I once told an untrue story about a friend of mine climbing Himalayan mountains.
You guessed it this one guy said I was almost to the top a few years ago but my Sherpa got ill and I couldn't continue.
What was funny about that was a lady sitting next to him
asked him were the Himalayan mountains are and he
said in Japan .Enough said!(less)