For love of little things.
It is September, and something is different.
It is September, and the days have gone sinister – from first eye’s open to last slow breathing.
It is September, and so, listeners – dear listeners – Night Vale Public Radio is proud to introduce The September Monologues.”
Go ahead make yourself comfortable darlin’
I’ve got a proposition for you
There’s a room available inside of my heart
And I hope it will be taken by you
You can bring whatever you wanna bring baby
Each and everyone of your friends
And if you want a dog or a big bullfrog
Hell, I’ve got room for them
'Cos I'm so glad you finally decided to come
Another day and I could’ve gone mad
Another day and it might’ve gotten bad
Another day and I might have betrayed
Every scruple I have
One of the great fears among a life of great fears, perhaps the last great fear, is the fear of being no longer useful. We find a role in life, and we do that role to the best of our ability for as long as that ability is there. But all of us — even me, dear listeners — will someday hit a point where we no longer are able to do that thing that we define ourselves by doing. And more than the fear of injury, more than the fear of death, this is the fear that looms. The loss of self. The self that is self we imagined we were our whole lives. But we were never that self, not really. We were only a series of selves, living one role and then leaving it for another. And all the time convincing ourselves that there was no change. That we were always the same person, living the same life. One arc to a finish, not the stutter-stop improvisation that is our actual lives.
Worry less about the person you once were. Or the person you dream you someday will be. Worry about the person you are now. Or don’t even worry! Just be that person. Be the best version of that person you can be. Be a better version than any of the other versions in any of the many parallel universes. Check regularly online to see the rankings.”
"Where I Stood," by Missy Higgins