“Happiness isn’t any easier to explain.”
Life is loss.
From Kindergarten on,
we live by subtraction.
The reason things don’t add up
is because they keep disappearing.
when you were seven.
when you were sixteen.
The friend who–one fine day–decided
to zero out his own equation.
A wife debited from your account
and credited to some other guy’s.
(unless you consider cancer an addition).
you loved the most,
leaving you, of course, to care for the parent
you love the least.
The very hair on your head
which is said to be numbered.
Said number being deducted daily
from the top end of your bottom line.
If only we could depreciate life
on a straight line basis,
accruing a reasonable allowance
for the exhaustion, wear, tear
and obsolescence of business assets;
to wit, ourselves.
Credited at the end of our life
as the extension of a few more days.
But double entry bookkeeping
is not an accepted business practice
with the Great Accounting Board
in the Sky,
which prefers a simpler method
a form of diminution
in which your debt is reduced daily
until it is finally (i.e. ultimately) extinguished,
roughly matching the asset’s expense
with the revenue it has generated.
Or in layman’s terms:
“…and then you die”.