cling on
I can imagine this tiny little frog, while jumping to the window blind, was a little shocked to have stopped so suddenly a mere half inch from his intended destination. It would have to be rather disconcerting to find one's self hanging in seeming midair. And while hanging in the clear ether, mortified, petrified, completely bewildered, along comes an insensitive guy with a camera to record your moment of anguish and plaster it on the internet for all to see. He calls it art.
Life does feel that way, more often than we care for. More often than we care to acknowledge, accept, or endure. Emotions we hoped had been put behind us creep into focus again. Not for the same reasons, but they're related. It's the same hurt, only worse because we know we have no consoling words to offer. It's the awful, empty quiet.
But here we are like this little frog on the window. And we cling tight, even if, on some nights, we're not quite sure what we're holding on to.
***
"Don't worry i won't do anything to impact your decision."
It was never about what you do, but what you didn't do, that matters in the end.
Life does feel that way, more often than we care for. More often than we care to acknowledge, accept, or endure. Emotions we hoped had been put behind us creep into focus again. Not for the same reasons, but they're related. It's the same hurt, only worse because we know we have no consoling words to offer. It's the awful, empty quiet.
But here we are like this little frog on the window. And we cling tight, even if, on some nights, we're not quite sure what we're holding on to.
***
"Don't worry i won't do anything to impact your decision."
It was never about what you do, but what you didn't do, that matters in the end.
