fable of the man who believed life was better

He believed his life had changed for the better…

…because a new king had been crowned.

Maybe so…but…

…his faucet still dripped…

…and his roof still needed mending…

…and he still needed to exercise more and eat less starch…

…and he still hadn’t made peace with his ex-wife…

…or his daughter or his son…

…and his dog still growled at him…

…and he still fought with his employer…

…and his neighbor still got on his nerves.

And yet, this man still said, “Life is better—

“—much better, because we have a much better king.  A much better king who’s promised to make many changes for the better.”

“I know he’s said he will,” his neighbor replied.  “But you can’t always trust what somebody says.

“After all, didn’t you say you would fix your faucet, patch your roof, exercise and eat less starch?

“Didn’t you say you’d make peace with your ex and your daughter and son and your dog?  Didn’t say you say you were going to find a boss who didn’t bark at you?”

The man who hadn’t changed then turned his back and walked away, muttering to himself, “When he starts being nicer to me, I’ll start being nicer to him.

“Anyway, I’m sure life has changed for the better…

“…because, as far as I’m concerned, it couldn’t get any worse.”

© 2018, Michael R. Patton
I’m Responsible: a pessimistic optimist responds to the trouble of his times

About Michael Patton

To put it plainly: I like to make things...But I’m only semi-competent (at best) when dealing the objects of our physical world. So I make intangible things...poems, tales, and pictures to go with those poems and tales. After a frustrating experience with the publisher of my first novel, I've published on my own. Now, I'm edging into video. It's all storytelling. Including the poetry. I'm a dreamer in the best and worst sense of the word. In my dreams, I'm not just writing my story, I writing OUR story. In my effort to realize this mad ambition, I'm trying to see the human story: past, present, future, in its many aspects. I'm proceeding at a slow crawl in this hard study... I don't see the inner world and outer world as separate. By learning about myself, I learn about others, I learn about my world.... Conversely, as I struggle to understand what I see OUT THERE, I learn about myself.... But to be clear: I don't claim any special understanding. I'm still purblind, still only half-awake.
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