Hurt & Loss. These two things are similar, like Hoes and Boats.
You see, because you’ve been hurt or because you’ve lost something, you become afraid to try or even hope (yes, I’ve used “you” 4 times in this sorry excuse for a sentence – shoot me).
You think, “no way in hell am I going back there again, no way I wanna be that fucked up again”.
You get locked up in your hellhole; you pushed everyone/someone/everything away from you; you get a distraction (i.e. playing LAN, starting to smoke, clubbing, drinking, having sex every night etc) to occupy your mind.
And then one day, you get weak or adventurous (very extreme I know) and you say, “hey let’s give it a try again” and next thing you know, you’re falling at terminal velocity again (don’t know if that actually makes sense).
And when you hit the bottom, you scream in pain thinking why the fuck did you take the leap (My favourite quote in Hitch explains it all: because that’s what people do. They leap, and hope to God they can fly, because otherwise you just drop like a rock, wondering the whole way down, why in the *hell* did I jump? But here I am, Sarah, falling, and the only one that makes me feel like I can fly… is you. )
And I guess that’s it. It’s the promise of flight that entices you, spurs you on to do the unthinkable. Thus, my advice to you and myself is that don’t stop believing in whatever and do the right thing.
And to end this post that does not make sense (with more emphasize on what goes on in the brackets instead), here’s Journey with Don’t Stop Believin’.
Piss Peace, Brother.
