Dear Serendipity,
The world can be such a confusing place, can’t it? Emotions constantly changing as the world unfolds around you, never stopping for you to fully grasp or absorb the moment that accompanies it.Sad & Happy moments too powerful for the heart to contain. And those that fall somewhere in between. All these feelings can be too much for one to experience.They have the power to make you your happiest and also your saddest. Your most sure, and your most confused. Your most important, and your most insignificant. Your most self confident, and your most hideous. Your most affectionate, and your most temperamental. Your most cared for, and your most abandoned. Just take all of these feelings and inject them into your veins!I think I best relate to the line from the movie (don't remember it's name at instant) “I am both happy and sad, and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”
Have you ever had someone lie to you because they think they might be protecting you from something or that it’s not their place to tell you. But then another person you know tells you what the other person didn’t want to tell you because they don’t want you to be hurt or find out the wrong way. But what is really the best way to tell someone. Lie to the person’s face or tell them the truth when they know it will hurt you.Is either one really a good way? Really, no matter what you do, either way, you get hurt. Your hurt and upset that someone would lie to your face about something and yet your extremely hurt and upset because the other person told you the truth. But which would you prefer? The one that hurts less or the one that hurts more?
Personally… It probably would have been better if nothing was said at all.
I think the best thing to do, honest-to-god, is to become completely introverted. Like those girls in those movies that are all quiet and mysterious, afraid to fall in love then end up doing it anyway and live happily ever after? Why can’t the words that float freely from our mouths amount to any outcomes we continuesly dream of. Why is it never the right time or situation or the right anything for the matter of fact, but the most intense gravitational pull that lets us know that there is this innocent truth. We face mountains, rivers of reality which we conquer only to find bigger ones. Countless times I’ve asked myself if its my problem or your problem and countless times I’ve either left it to a higher being or something as simple but as powerful as time.But now you’re here, knocking on my front steps and I’m caught. Between my salvation or you. Is it really heaven? What’s to come if we face those mountains we’ve forgotten? And what happens to me?
