Trillions & Trillions

I’m the kind of person who believes in the obvious. Not the “What you see is what you get” kind of obvious, but the “Follow the obvious” kind of obvious. What is the next most obvious thing? It is the best answer to every single question I can think of. Sometimes the next most obvious thing is so simple: go for a walk. Be silent for awhile. Have a glass of wine. Other times it is more life rattling: time to quit your job now. Time to write a book. Time to break your ties with this person, gently but firmly, and probably forever. Which is not to say that the most obvious thing does not like to disguise itself in strange outfits, that it does not hide in the corner of the room camouflaging with a skill no lizard could trump, into the same mundane colors of your worries and hopes and dreams for years. Sometimes my writing is like that. It hides from me under the coffee table in my own living room. I look and look for it. I roll down all the windows when I am driving and holler its name. But all that looking and hollering oftentimes just makes it crouch even more still. The most obvious thing will oftentimes wreck your whole world, so even though it is the most obvious, it is often also the most convenient not to see.