It feels kinda cheap to try and fit the last five years into a disheveled bunch of paragraphs. It contained a lot of learning, a lot of emotional pain, and a lot of memories - the happy kind, that I can carry with me until I die. I'm grateful for all experiences, even if they weren't all that pleasant. Life forces us to grow when we aren't prepared to do so. Reluctance is quite the pill to swallow. But what is one to do? Especially if time waits for no man.
Staying stagnant can be death by boredom, yet remaining still can be enlightenment by Buddhism. The paradox of life and love is enough to make you wanna hoist yourself over the Ben Franklin bridge. The perfect blend of mental and emotional Yin & Yang. 'Good grief, Charlie Brown...' I feel like there's so many unwritten laws, so many unwritten rules, the do's and don'ts of grief or dating, work place satire or first date etiquettes.
That run-on sentence should be enough to indicate where I am at mentally & emotionally. Am I coming?Am I going? I dunno. Not entirely certain. Am I still or am I stagnant?? Another question for the stars. Another question to go unanswered. That is, until I can answer it for myself.
(Too much, too fast)
Cheers!
