Days like the one she was having today always brought to mind her late fathers supposed words of wisdom that were meant, well she presumed at least, to inspire her onto bigger and better things in life: 'You can't make a diamond without pressure.' She was more of a digestive biscuit, prone to crumbling under the merest hint of pressure. The thing about diamonds she'd learned long after her father's passing is that their value, or perceived value had been created from a successful marketing campaign by Tiffany's in much the same way that 10,000 steps a day had entered into the modern zeitgeist but wasn't actually a real thing, it had originated as part of a marketing campaign for the 1964 Olympics in Tokyo. Now they were both perceived to be 'aspirational goals' but in reality you could still fully function as a human being if you didn't own one or fulfil the other on a daily basis. Well in theory anyway. Most days her own aspirational goals were ...
A holding pen for the thousands of words that spill from my mind daily and need some place to live outside of my jumbled mind. From short stories to missives, random thoughts, poetry and more. I apologise in advance to all those who enter. May you do so at your own peral