Bear with me: Life is like a thread. A long, thin thread stretching from birth to death.
Sometimes you have to lose something to make you really realize how much you wanted it…or appreciated it. Okay; fine. That was really cliche. But I guess it is still true.
Telegrams used to end sentences in stop. So they knew where to stop a sentence and start a new one. Stop. Sometimes I wish I could just do that to people. While they’re talking, I’d just say stop. So they know they should. Stop.
It’s a really weird feeling when you make plans and expectations for how you think your life will be, then something changes and you realize your life won’t be that way at all. You think back and you try changing just one thing and seeing if it would make a difference. You pick a different thread and try to follow it all the way to its end. But it gets harder and harder to trace as you go along. You hit some snags, it gets frayed, and you just can’t untie that knot. So you give up. You don’t know where that thread would’ve led you. You’ll never know.
One of the best similes I’ve read was in a Harry Potter book. J.K. Rowling compared Harry trying to remember one of his dreams like trying to hold sand in his hands. The harder he tried to hold onto it, the more difficult it became. Life is kind of like that. The harder you try to make good use of your time, the faster it seems to pass you by.
Sometimes I wish time would just…I don’t know. Stop.
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