Waiting For My Rocket To Come

Alright, this is probably the closest thing to having my own column. So yup, I'll enjoy all the attention while it lasts...

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Do I Know You?

So I pushed my luck one more time today, it's not so much on pushing my luck maybe, but more on being tired of running. I can run anywhere but I can't escape from within myself. So I use the bridge the I have always used to come home. So there was that split second encounter again. The corners of my eyes saw an all too familiar figure, but I just turned away and never even looked back. How many of such encounters do I need before I could fully be convinced that I should walk away, literally? Painful as it may be, I let it all slide past and took it that it wasn't real. It didn't feel real because nothing between us was even real to begin with.

I don't know anymore, but I do know timing is indeed everything. The right person may be presented to you, but it takes the right place and the right time to have a happy ending. It sounds cheesy, and all of us have probably heard this a thousand times over, but it's definitely not up to me to dispute that. I am becoming a firm believer on this one.

Was it better when I was younger, I was asked. I answered yes, but was it really? There are many different things to look at. I certianly did not have much worries in this aspect, but there were always other things. I never felt comfortable in my own skin and there was the issue of self-confidence and individuality. These two are no longer an issue now and more doors have certainly opened for me since, but where do they lead me? I didn't have to work then and that was good. But work is one thing that keeps me sane and makes me insane at the same time. A love-hate relationship certainly exists there. I am disliking my boss more and more that's for sure though.

So I have decided to stay on. I am not regretting on that one (just yet) but the recurring question is always there. This morning was one of those bad ones where I just wanted to stay in bed and not have to deal with anything. I am feeling the miss for a person too much. To quote from Hemingway, sleeping is good, because life tends to fall apart when one is awake. I am beginning to appreciate that.

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