Indulge Me For A Minute
Poetry won’t do it. Pages and pages can’t describe it. I’m even nearly numb to music right now. Originally, I was going to cover the facebook craze currently sweeping St. Thomas - we just got it yesterday. That does not seem important now. This is much more real life than any sort of online social networking, and really more real than most of the things that have been happening to me as of late.
It’s about relationships. It’s wondering if uncertainty is real, and whether reality is being ignored. Have I lost touch with the realistic? Am I supposed to have answers? Should I even have questions of this sort of depth? What I mean is, what issues are we even caught up in? Compatibility? College social life? Is not knowing what to do a sign that we should do something out of routine, or a signal that the fork in the road hasn’t truly been reached?
Sometimes, I am searching for a line. A line that marks one side “you really don’t have to worry about that right now, it hasn’t been that long,” and the other “danger alert, pull it together.” Of course, it’s never that clear. But why don’t I have a better picture? What don’t I get it? I don’t want to be too different to be together. Maybe I sound stupidly sophomoric in saying that.
Yeah, we’re trying to decide what to do. Because, to tough out something we don’t entirely understand is to make an investment in the unknown. This investment can be painful and wrenching - I don’t want it to end up being unnecessary. I’ve come to see something though, something Mykala unknowingly helped show me, something I will not forget: it will all be ok. It’s anything but apathy: it’s embracing the life we all are presented with, and enjoying the ride in all its ups and downs. So yes, it will all be ok.