I was sitting in my kitchen
It was a good morning, I thought
Most mornings last winter were misery
I didn't like waking up to misery
But that morning
It was good
I was eating eggs and oatmeal
I was enjoying my morning, and my eggs,
Then
My mind interrupted
You're sad and full of misery now, it said
Why, I responded, things were so swell with my eggs
Because,
Those eggs are keeping you alive
Those eggs help you exist
But you don't know why you exist
You eat your eggs
You eat to survive
But you don't know why you eat to survive
Those eggs are good
But you eat them without reason
You eat them like a helpless child taking fistfuls of apple sauce
You are right, I am miserable, I said