“Whatever happens to you has been waiting to happen since the beginning of time. The twining strands of fate wove both of them together: your own existence and the things that happen to you”
Marcus Aurelius “Meditations”
There are those moments that seem almost minuscule even though they are nothing short of everlasting. Individuals may commiserate with one another. Yet deep down in that space where nightmares and other horrors manifest, it is impractical to believe anyone quite understands the devastation, the sheer magnitude of such a small encounter.
The crisis dwarfs logical thought and takes control, taunting our subconscious and makes us little more than a cat on a leash. Fleeting conviction easily distracts from the cumbrously uncomfortable situation, making such an awkward moment seem unnaturally commonplace. Realizing up to that particular point, fate was trusted like a toddler standing on a step-stool.
Thirsty for perfection, there is no room for any misconceived notions. No consideration is given that what is within arms reach could be nothing short of a mini catastrophe.
When it happens, the only choice is a fleeting moment of chaotic regret as the bitter realization overwhelms all rationalization. Coherent thought blackens. At that very moment the world is unfair and one-sided as it registers…
…this is not sweet tea.
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