things I find

While picking up trash along my street, I came across a $20 bill, wadded up somewhat and with a wad of chewing gum stuck to it. It looked real, the bill. The find surprised and amused me, a bit. I scratched the gum off it using a crushed plastic bottle, and set the bill back down on the ground, with a white stone on top of it. Perhaps someone else in more need of it will come across it, and be happy.

Last week, I came across a lizard in my juniper bushes. A larger lizard than the small ones that it is more typical to see around here. It was motionless on the ground, near the roots. I only noticed it, because there was a beer can above it in the branches. I am not quite sure if it is just a toy lizard some child may have placed there long ago, or a genuinely live one, in hibernation.

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It seems like there is a core of sadness inside me. I don't always feel it, but its potential is always there, ready to erupt at the slightest thought when I allow it. Its mere existence inside me keeps any experience from feeling truly great. Not just sadness; also jadedness, alienation, pointlessness.

I don't even know where it came from, or why. I think there was a time, in childhood, before it existed. I remember it being there as a teen, but I don't recall any single incident that could have caused it. Maybe it built up over time. But why, if the same thing did not happen to everyone else? Other adults seem to get enjoyment out of being alive.

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