If change is inevitable, why do we not change? Unraveling the tapestry of who we are causes reflection and change so that’s out as well. But if we can’t change who we are, how may we be allowed to grow and discover. Continue reading
On a whim, almost a bet actually, he came. Not riding on a horse, not even with a purpose. He just came. He hadn’t expected much so he had no expectations but before he knew what had taken shape… he was official.
Now equipped with a new game plan he decided to stir things up, give ’em what they needed, then get “outta dodge.” However, something happened along the way. The yellow brick road appeared and some of the inhabitants of this odd and far off place enchanted him. This was unexpected.
Time passed and a myriad of emotions came and went weekly… daily… hourly. So much to digest one has to almost regurgitate some to allow others to thrive. Not an internally appealing sight but necessary to be sure. Otherwise, psychological and spiritual overload takes over with sirens blowing, red lights flashing, the whole ball of wax.
Incredibly enough he was being pulled many ways, like salt-water taffy, through every fault of his own. His roller coaster ride saw no end. When he had purchased the ticket he hoped for an early exit but none was in sight. A few of the attractions of this park had actually attracted him. Such as a bad dream though he reached and reached but fell just a little bit short… for a variety of reasons.
When he finally exited through the turnstiles he realized that he was going in circles. It was weird and wonderful as he hated the circling but had no desire to stop. His rut was on.
Later, after much thought and absolutely no thought, he become conscious that nothing would be as he wanted it. Fantasy couldn’t carry him anymore. He was drained of his power.
So the little boy who could and more importantly wanted to… made a U-turn and sadly went home.
He had known her for a short while but never like this. One strange night when he least expected, she popped in, looking different, as if he was seeing her for the first time. Before, she was funny, sharp, and really cute. Now, his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. After two looks and a stare he realized it was definitely her. He smiled and after storing fantasies for future use as he is prone to do, he thought nothing of it again. Or did he?
Weeks later something changed. His life, her life, their collective lives. The time line seemed to be drawing closer and closer. She was distraught. He came to the rescue and offered an evening filled with mirth and merriment. Her mind, temporarily, was focused again. His became cloudy. For days later he was in a funk. Not totally due to her but a certain percentage to be sure. What to do. What to do.
He realized, after some deliberation, that he was taken, enamored, and down right smitten with her. Who’d have thought? Not even the Gods would dare hypothesize something so strange. It can’t be but alas, it was true.
Now, the twenty-five cent question. What to do about it. He must have closure before the time line focuses again. The problem was he was getting mixed signals. She was a clever woman indeed. Friendship is all that he wanted but more would be most pleasurable. After all, they have many similar interests and she has a mesmerizing stare and an award winning smile.
Herein lies the problem (there is always a greater problem). The change in her life was much more than a mere mild misprint. It was, to her, earth shattering. These issues do not go away so fast. The time line was destined to remain status quo for a while longer. After realizing this, he was determined to be a friend. Once again he thought if this was all he could be, it would make him more than happy.
He did long, however, that the dreaded time line would finally shrink and she may, someday, end up in his arms. And in his arms, he further hoped that they might close their eyes and wish the slow song would never stop.
Either way… the time line would only tell.