LITTLE HAVEN

I think you and I have the same problem

Do we?

We are just afraid to let a real relationship happen

Because we know how easy it is

To lose the ones we love

Dear Reader,

Do you sometimes feel unlucky? Feeling as if life is out to get you. As if the mechanics of the world just arise and say let’s mess this guy’s life a little today. Seeing as if nothing works out for you (this feels so Déjà vu), seeing as if you are the only one losing in life.

But I was reading the script and the writer wrote;

“Have you ever thought about how small the chances are that you would be born? If just one thing in history had changed, just one of your millions of ancestors hadn't crossed paths at the exact moment they did, then you wouldn't exist. You'd never have even lived a single day.

I mean, it's pretty scary, but if we're honest with ourselves, then it all comes down to chance. And I guess life is about grabbing those chances when they come around.”

I took a deep breath and sighed. That was so true and humbling and for a minute I thought, why do I have this need to move fast. I am unable to keep up and when I realize that I don’t then I fall into this dark depressing pit and life still moves on but hey breathe.

I cannot imagine myself not living. I want to continue trying and growing and learning and unlearning and loving and caring and and … being alive. Death is scary, to me, it means I would no longer get chances to be lucky and I am afraid that I wouldn’t experience life when I do. I wouldn't get to wake up and wonder what makes those damn crickets so loud in the morning (They really piss me off when I stroll around)

Life is not all about the hard parts, it’s also about you getting an acoustic version of Clair de Lune and wondering how God gave Debussy such creativity to create art that would move me right this minute and make me want to call her and proclaim my undying love and affection for how much I feel alive whenever I get to see her … my little haven!

Life is also getting a line from a script and writing about it then losing focus again but that is your art, all messy and flawed but still beautiful to you.
So live and love and be at peace; that fickle chance that made you get born meant there are numerous chances ahead of you.

Love,

Thairu.

Comments

SEB'S

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