Friday, September 21, 2012

for it is too precious.

Believe me when I say this is for the best.

It dawned on me just recently that some things just stay no matter what you do and how hard you try to diminish them from your life. They come uninvited and unexpected, you just couldn't read the signs. No such thing as waiting for them in trepidation or fearful apprehension. There are no symptoms. Like cancer. How you welcome them in your life depends on you alone, whether you open your arms and embrace them or you push them away with all your strength. I could not have foreseen this. If only I had the ability to. If only we all had, right?

See it this way: You are walking down a maze and each turn is a leap of hope. You don't know what's lurking behind the next corner--is it a booby trap, is there a lion?--but your feet make the steps anyway. Your head is clouded by the relentless dread that there is a flimsy chance that you might not leave the maze in one piece. Nevertheless, you walk. You walk and walk, knowing there's also an equally thin sliver of hope, of chance, of luck, that you might actually make it out there. You think you would rather die trying than die waiting. That's what you think. Yes, you are right in some ways. But what if there is no way out? What if the twists and turns do not have any booby traps but this whole maze is the ultimate trap? Would you even have started walking if such possibility exists?

At the end of the day, this is my question. It is always the last thought. What if we're all just heading to a brick wall with no token at the end of the path?

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