I think there comes a point (actually more like several) in your life when you realise that something yo’ve been investing a lot of time and effort into is just [perhaps/maybe/probably] not worth it.
Then you stop, pick up the pieces and move on.
At least, you’re supposed to do those things but somehow you never get around to it and you remain where you are.
You hope for a sign that staying the course is right. Many nights you lie awake hoping for an unexpected factor to shift things all around - kind of like the way things used to happen when you were a child, you lost your taxi fare home and you swore the world was next to over. You just couldn’t see beyond the moment then just like magic, someone, something, somehow would happen and it would just all work itself out.
Too bad.
One of the hardest lessons to come with growing up must be accepting that things don’t work themselves out. Certainly not ‘just so.’ They take time and effort and time and time again.
It just so hard when that thing was so major, you’d risk throwing out ur ace of spades AND Joker just to hold on to it. It doesn’t help that you were born under a star that marked you an eternal optimist either.
You felt an unnatural ease (is that like an oxymoron right there?) when you thought you found who you were - Two parts Raskolnikov, one part that dude from “The Stranger” - above it all. Bigger. Then you came back down to earth one day and realised that you were just like the rest of the MTV generation - confused feelings, weaknesses, shortsightedness, ego and all.
Playlist:
John Mayer - In repair

