attachment v. expectation

i love what i wrote yesterday, and that makes it hard to write today. i feel the desire for that to be the page people see (should you happen to read). this is the subtle madness of attachment; this is the cruelty of memory.

i love what i wrote yesterday, and that makes it hard to write today. i feel the desire for this to be better than that (should you happen to read). this is the creeping insanity of expectation; this is the tyranny of projection.

but all this is besides the point.

the point is that if one of those giant dancing monkeys flipped a metaphysical coin, you could call it in the air: expectation or attachment?

and one of the meanest lies we tell ourselves is that there is something better than what is.