Life Ricocheted
I feel like from this point, ten years from now, it doesn’t matter anymore if the queen size bed in a foursquare bedroom won’t end up as a place for two. It won’t change a thing if meals are savored alone except for every weekend’s rendezvous and holiday shenanigans at my parents’ home. In the future, it won’t take a single regretting feeling if all flowers in every vase I own are homegrown and the piles of books on the reading nook are of my favorite genre with my name engraved in every leather sleeve, hugging each of their spines safe. It won’t ruin myself one day if I would wake up to an alarm from only one phone on the bedside table and I would be on my feet taking the rush hour session with all the time to myself, cajoling myself with the thought, “A good Monday is a good week ahead.” It won’t matter. It won’t. It does matter because what if?
January 22, 2023, life is something else than living.
