How do you cope with life, when it on the brink of change? When you can feel the sweeping tides of time and experiance precariously lean above you - frozen momentarily, surreally - in those moment when you buy a little luck. A little please please God, I’ll do anything “if”. When the “if” happens.
Tragedy and inevitability come hand in hand, for every happiness there is a sorrow behind the party balloon - someone waiting to pop the bubble. There is no safety. Nothing is for sure.
What if you know what that ineviatability is, the element of surprise is gone - the future is laid bare afore your eyes, for preperation - to help you. A gift devine? Or does one spend the moments leading up to the incident aching in anticipation. Yearning against all odds - for more time, for that somthing that will shatter you - not to come. For a little mercy?
Many find solace in prayer. Others in the comfort of their loved ones. But what does one do if it is the almighty who intends upon tearing apart the very fabric of what makes you - and family is redundant?
Is it perhaps a side effect of being human?
I find we humans have an extrodinary resiliance. We manage to cope with everything - anything. As a race situations are thrown in our midst and we stumble blindly over all rocks and boulders - we reach our plain grounds - even if the promised utopia is not shown. We manage to move on. Place out faith elsewhere. Find hope.
Where does hope come from if beyond the rock is a canion - there are no plains but poison lava. Forget utopia - water would be heaven upon your cliche thirsty lips.
But you have a map of where you were supposed to go none the less - A street sign at the top.
" Sucker"
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