| life is a series of points on parallel lines running congruent to reality |
[09 Jan 2006|07:34pm] |
ever stop and wonder where people are on their life's trajectory? ever wonder what end they are closer to, where the bends are, and where the line rises and falls?
me either. but what i do wonder is how we are all on such different lines that seem to cross, repel and return to each other at various times
this weekend i ranged from exuberant (for me, which is merely happy for most) to morose to almost comatose (bad wal-mart moment(s)) and through it all she was there. she was not always a willing passenger on the ride, but she was there, voicing her (dis)pleasure as the ride went about its up and down movements
in the end, with a bag in hand and without a coat, we said goodbye for another period of time which might as well be an eternity... our lives are both moving constantly, and while i know they are moving towards each other, the movement seems to be punctuated by hardship and a lack of direction
we will get there. i know we will. but until we can, we need to stay in contact, talk to each other and enjoy the ride. it will make the destination all the sweeter.
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