We're good at one thing but we want to be better at another. We're bad at one thing but we try to improve at something else. We're in love with one person but try to get over someone else. We have our peace stored in one place but roam the world seeking solace everywhere else. We're killing the lives we already have in a mad pursuit to live the ones that don't exist. We're ordinary humans but we try to straddle the earth like the gods that once lived before us.
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Why are there so many different ways to say goodbye? Wouldn't it just be easier to have one standard, uniform, universal way? So that when someone left for good, really left, you could be sure that they've really gone. Taking with them everything, and all at once. And not coming back for it, piece by piece.
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When you keep breaking the same leg over and over and over again by falling on different surfaces each time, it's time to realise that there is something wrong with the leg. It's time to realise that instead of discontinuing to walk, it's time to get an artificial leg.
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6 comments:
"We're in love with one person but try to get over someone else..."
Do you read minds???
Loved it :-)
PS#I am very perturbed by the diminishing frequency of your posts :-(
Sweetie, you should write more often
Very beautifully written - time to shake off the 'leg' that drags one down and enjoy the beauty of 'you'.
C
the contradiction of life. I am seeing us in an outdoor tea shop :) pondering the polarities.
I think you should write when you feel like it or it becomes yet another pressure.
I know you are speaking metaphorically but just for the record I broke my left leg twice and my right once and have completed the Coleridge Way and walked a speedy four miles with Sir Ian Botham:)
@Nida - I think minds read me :-) Sorry love, but I can't post unless I have something to say. And these days there's not much to say.
@Corinne - Thanks!
@Sheer - Inshallah!
@Pat - You never cease to amaze me. I have to meet you at least once in my lifetime. It's at the top of my bucket list :-)
I once hiked up a mountainside with some older folks, one had a walking stick. Remembering those older folks keeps me going.
The mind is where the walking begins.
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