Sunday, September 28, 2014

arranging deck chairs on the Titanic

Do you know the feeling where you're doing all you can to salvage whatever you can from something that has no more hope of being saved? Yet, you keep trying to convince yourself that you can pull it back together, make it work out. Everything has to be okay in the end, because we have faith in the fairytale ending we grew up to believe in. Is this foolish? Rationally, it is. Yet, there's something about this mess that draws me to it. I can't pin-point what it is, perhaps its some specific fragment of it that keep haunting me, calling me to it. Against rational judgement.

What am I to do then? Cut all emotional ties and move on? No, that's not like me. Then, what?

What, indeed

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