Lately, I’ve been feeling a little punch-drunk. Not from anything poured into a glass, but from life repeatedly punching me in the face. And just when I think I’ve found my footing, the bastard throws another combination.

I’ve been wondering how a person maintains their sanity when the world seems determined to beat it out of them. Then another thought occurred to me: What the hell is sanity, anyway? Is it an actual state of mind, or just another word somebody invented to convince us there’s a proper way to survive the madness?

Perhaps sanity isn’t about keeping everything together. Maybe it’s about knowing when to let a few pieces fall without feeling obligated to pick them up immediately.

I don’t have the answers. Hell, lately I’m not even sure I’m asking the right questions. But I’m still standing, even if I’m leaning against the ropes and arguing with the referee.

And perhaps that’s enough for today.

So, tell me, how do you maintain your sanity when life refuses to stop swinging? Or have we all been chasing something that never existed in the first place?

When the inkwell weeps; I howl.