I think it takes an amazing amount of energy to convince oneself that the Forever Person isn't just around that next corner. In the end I believe we never do convince ourselves. I know that I found it increasingly hard to maintain the pose of emotional self sufficiency lying on my bed and sitting at my desk, watching the gulls cartwheeling in the clouds over the bridges, cradling myself in my own arms, breathing warm chocolate-and-vodka breath on a rose I had found on a street corner, trying to force it to bloom.
Time ticks by; we grow older. Before we know it, too much time has passed and we've missed the chance to have had other people hurt us. To a younger me this sounded like luck; to an older me this sounds like a quiet tragedy.
Life after God - Douglas Coupland
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