“There’s no blame for how our love did slowly fade. And now that it’s gone, it’s like it wasn’t there at all. And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide, lying awake at night.” -Death Cab for Cutie
I saw a flower from a bougainvillea blowing across a major road. I could see it in the distance, tumbling end over end on its petals. It looked like it had set itself free from the vine and was running away, unfortunately through traffic. As my car approached, I shifted a little to the side hoping I wouldn’t squash it, but knowing that most likely, myself or another driver would. Yet as I looked in the rear view mirror, there it was continuing on its journey and making really good time before the next batch of cars came through. I doubt anyone else thinks like this.
Typically, when people go through a life-changing event, they’re so confused and overwhelmed with feelings that they say they don’t even know who they are anymore. Oddly, that’s the only thing I know for sure right now. I know firmly who I am and, really, nothing else. It’s the life that swirls around me that I am uncertain of.
And that’s something to be positive about: no matter where I land, I won’t forget who I am in the morning.