people love that cliche “time heals all wounds.” but live long enough and you realize that most cliches are true.
its amazing what even the smallest passage of time can accomplish – the cuts it can close, the imperfections it can smooth over..
but in the end it comes down to the size of the wound, doesn’t it? if the wound is deep enough, there might be no way to keep it from festering.
even if you have all the time in the world.
i have to try to remind myself that it’s okay to be excited about things.
that i have a right to feel happy, even if it feels wrong.
you may not love me today, or tomorrow, or ever again – but i will love you until it kills me. and even then, you will be in my heart.
sigh.
freedom is just a pretty way of saying that you’ve gone off the grid. for better or for worse, you’re out of options.
but we call it freedom, we write songs about it – you’ve probably cranked them in your car; never thought about it much. some people think it’s exhilarating – not having your future mapped out. others start to drown in all that nothing.
maybe you’ll enjoy, for the moment, the purity of doing what you want when you want – beer for breakfast, sex in the afternoon. but obligations sneak up – duty, moral code. some of us are wired to put ourselves back into cages.
freedom is just that moment of calm before the dread sets in.
because no matter what you freed yourself from – you only get so far down the open road, the car windows down, music blasting, before you’re forced to take a turn, make a choice – and sentence yourself to the next “adventure.”
“we all have our own tragedies – lost love being the worst.”
“love is the most powerful magic, so the cure must be extreme. love makes us sick, haunts our dreams, destroys our days. love has killed more than any disease.”