I take another sweet from the bag. Once I get accustomed to a certain kind i kindda like to stick to those. This I find curious about myself.
I have abandoned reading THE OPPOSITE OF LOVE.
Rubbish. Absolutely crap!
The only memorable thing, which opens and closes the book can now be read on my Cousin's ribs I was at a certain stage in my life, somewhere between letting go and holding on...
The thing is, most things we read in books are true…Or we are brought up to believe that !?
They say - certain things are stronger than death. (that is such a relief!)
Or at least some of them are. It would have all been rather vulgar if death was the strongest of all things. I am glad that God or whoever you think made up this ironic world designed to have death as a reminder at the end of the road, which could be anywhere, but in the same time made few other things stronger than death. Like saying, so what if we may die at some stage, at least we can live intensely and if we do live intensely with every particle of our being nearly to exploding with so much intensity – then perspective of dying should not look so scary anymore..
Probably we make wise decisions most of the time. Probably. Wise. Most of the time.
But maybe not… or perhaps – who knows.
Wise. Mmm…
It’s all so bloody RELATIVE!
It is all an impression.
THE Intensity makes no exception.
So are the hurt and the pain. And tears and all.. Relativity – f%** you Albert, darling!!!
And right now it may feel like a grave stone presses against my chest – but this is all a mere impression. It may feel like the end of the/my world… but it’s all so relative, I guess.
So, here I am again at my favourite crossroads in life – somewhere between a Guess and a Wish. Same old Guess, but may be a different Wish this time.
(shopping is scientifically proven to relieve stress… but can’t blame it on our darling Albert this one!)
Not sure I have figured out the Wish... takes a while after the pain goes, then the scar heals slowly. The first cut is supposed to be the deapest. So why ...? Nevermind. It's past midnight and we all have to go and pretend the usual next day..
It will soon all go away and there I will stand with no other worse enemy than life itself and no bigger threat than the strength of death itself.
Sorry we are at some stage, anyway.
Not sure sooner is better than later. And certainly not sure if would rather be for the things we do or never get to do.
Perhaps I should try the other sweets next time.
