Alice:: How long is forever?
White Rabbit:: Sometimes, just one second.
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
i stretched and yawned and tried to figure out where i was. and how i got here. it was my bed in my room in my house, and yet, it was so unfamiliar. it seemed… clear. correct. as it should be. it had been so long since i could see it this way that it seemed new and crisp, like someplace i was seeing for the first time.
my bedroom. my bed. the things that are most intimate to me and still, unfamiliar. is this what they mean when they say the fog has lifted, clear your eyes, see rightly?
i love believing we create our own reality. it gives me power to make my life beautiful. but every now and then i see things as they really are… crisp and clear. reality smacks hard. steals my sunrise. then seeps back into the crevaces from which she emerged. and i don’t know that i’m brave enough to face it. owning the truth requires strength, crazy strength, to endure what breaks us, to believe in the worth of picking up pieces, to march on.
forever is gone in a second, and suddenly we know.
but we march on, anyways. we always do.
what else is there?