Of all the awful possibilities, what’s the worst possible thing that could happen to you today?
I’ve got a great imagination, so I’m not even going to go there. The mind can make tortures beyond the realms of reality.
In any case, it wouldnt be the worst thing that’s happened today. I always feel terrible in the mornings, have done ever since I was a kid. Crawling out of bed is a major task. Getting out at a respectable hour is a major achievement.
From that point, things get better. The nightmares (if any) are behind me and I can smell the coffee.
I’m old enough to have been through a few ‘worst case’ scenarios, usually unpredicted. There have been hammer blows, but normally the worst of it comes later, as the shock wears off. The slow repeated thud of realisation is by far the worst thing. It can go on for weeks. It’s a long term sentence, not an execution.
So, if the worst possible thing happens right now, it’ll undoubtedly be even worse tomorrow. I take morose comfort in that. Then again, if I’m not here tomorrow, I shant be worrying at all. Meanwhile, I look forward to today’s photo challenge for something a bit more positive!
Two images of nightmare, a disturbing fountain in Aachen, Germany.