Did I Think I’d Escape From This Unscathed?
June 1, 2009
I don’t know exactly the point I realized it.
But somewhere between Made of Honor, P.S. I Love You, Gossip Girl, and He’s Just Not into You…it hit me.
It didn’t hit me like a ton of bricks however. It was more like a soft piano piece being played in the background at first and slowing gaining momentum into the giant crescendo. And I’m not sure where the crescendo ends.
There was a time when I thought it would come to this but never really believed it.
Now I believe it but am not sure if it’s just too late now. Isn’t timing one of the most important things?
When do we know what to believe?
When do we know what’s real?
When do we know our instincts are correct?
And if we follow instincts, what happens to possibly the most valuable tool each of us has?
Reason.
Instinct tells me yes.
Reason says it’s not even worth it.
The vivid pictures being played out in my head haven’t even happened.
And if I tried to play them out it would inevitably end up less climatic than expected.
Life isn’t a movie unless you’re a member of the National Arts Club.
I can still dream. Even if I try to suppress it.
