Reopening wounds that never really closed.
Unintentional, true, but it doesn’t make me much
less of a bastard. I should have known better.
Walking away each night with tears in my wake.
It’s no way to live. We try our best not to hurt
the ones we care for, and in the end, they’re the ones
we hurt the most; the most open to us, fragile.
Treat love like a butterfly’s wings: untouched.
The human dynamic; so complicated.
Thinking about perspectives. As we grow older,
we gain more perspective on life. Things that would
be bombs in our youth are just little raindrops
as we’ve gained experience. Not to say we don’t have
our own bombs dropped, now and again, no matter how
solid and wise we think we’ve become; but they occur less,
and we can move past them faster. But life can’t be
all wine and roses. If we’re to gain perspective (which
is in a sense, just wisdom), we’ve got to have some bombs
fall in our lives. We have to struggle, and we have to move past.
Otherwise, we’re just piano stops.
One reply on “…in a handbasket, “S6 please.””
took the words right out of me mouth old friend. i emphasize “old.” heheh. well, maybe just old-er. so you seem to find yourself becoming. so true about the ones closest to us. the bright side is that all the perspective we get from this stuff helps us to see clearly and make good decitions when it counts the most (i.e — making it work with the right girl when you really are ready to settle down and then not getting divorced, as well as just learning to live in general)
that’s the first time i’ve heard the phrase “just wisdom.” “How’d you know that?” “Just wisdom.”