We are the guinea pigs of this new age, like the people who built the railroads and changed the clocks. We are just figuring it out as we go along, trying all the new things spread out in front of us, seeing what works.
You are sad and you are lost, and I will do anything for you. I will stay up until 3 AM with you while you get drunk on whiskey and contemplate life.
You can’t plan the future. Don’t get me wrong here; the future is worth the sound investment and is something that should be taken into consideration every once in a while.
It’s not a one-step solution, it’s forgetting and investing time in other people, it’s realising that you didn’t think about them yesterday and you were happy.
We become oblivious to time when things seem perfect.
We can attempt to freeze the clock and mentally press pause.
“How do I stop loving a girl who doesn’t love me,” someone asked me.
I am the kind of person who longs for. Who savors. Who stockpiles hotel keys, t-shirts left behind. Who saves letters not for the words they contain but for the handwriting, for the hands that brushed the page.
People change their minds, and months and miles rip away comfort and certainty and leave doubt in their place.
“Every life is many days, day after day.”