This older man moved my skirt aside and I absent-mindedly said “oh sorry” for being partially in his seat and he said “dont be sorry, this is new york” and then showed me all his poetry about observing the world and living as a restaurant worker during the pandemic and we talked about how i worked in a grocery store and as a bartender so i resonated with his work and he told me “i may never meet you again but it’s nice to meet someone worth talking to. I might sound like a world class idiot sage, but you can’t be afraid. That’s no way to live. You have to trust your humanity.” Then he shook my hand and got off the stop before me. Hello. Hello . Hello.
i honestly don’t know how this happened but somewhere between my childhood and formative years i forgot how to exist like a normal person and started to either overthink everything or make disastrous choices without any proper thinking at all. no middle ground whatsoever
If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don’t remember writing
I need you all to know that I’m thinking about this post on a daily basis. How many people discover their own graves? How many stares at their own mummies? Visit monuments without remembering they built them?
Maybe our souls are meant to forget so we can discover the world one more time, find beauty again in the little things we had become familiar with, learn again how to love the people we knew for years, find peace and inspiration in the things we did in a different life and were once ashamed of.
Realizing you can never get your time back literally reframes everything. You can waste your time in a relationship that’s doomed to fail / scared to make moves for that one opportunity / obsessing over a crush you don’t have the guts to approach / waiting for someone who might never be what you want them to be, but by the time it’s all said and done there genuinely is nothing that could be done to rewind the clock. Nothing. It’s just done
This is why I find the notion that “hearts can’t mend themselves” incredibly overrated. They literally can & we should just say it. You can recover from rejection. You can move on from being told no. What’s hard to come back from is spending months (if not years) obsessing over a person, if not the idea of them crafted in your head. There’s no honor that comes w spending your time waiting on a person btw. No medal or accolades to show for it at the end of your life. There’s just the end of your life. You can come back from heartbreak, but you can never come back from wasted time
The amount of issues I face for treating men like normal people boggles my mind for real. I cannot tell you how many times a guy has assumed I’m into him just bc I’m a nice, bubbly person and I don’t allow my personality to discriminate between genders. It has either caused guys to make unwanted advances or the dynamic to get super awkward if they think I want to pursue something. And it’s just like no. That’s who I am. That’s how I exist
Realizing you can never get your time back literally reframes everything. You can waste your time in a relationship that’s doomed to fail / scared to make moves for that one opportunity / obsessing over a crush you don’t have the guts to approach / waiting for someone who might never be what you want them to be, but by the time it’s all said and done there genuinely is nothing that could be done to rewind the clock. Nothing. It’s just done
