reality bites chews…
say, you have a trip planned on a weekend. come saturday, you’re all giddy and excited about it - you’re soo ready, you could die… clothes packed, passports and tickets ready, the whole works. then your trip-buddy called… he has to be somewhere. apparently, he had no choice because someone has already signed his name for some meeting whatever. obviously, the trip is cancelled. you can’t do anything about it, and neither can he.
the catch: that meeting was postponed… so much for cancelling the trip.. what the?!
so you lie in bed, stare at the wall, smoke your lungs out and wonder what would’ve happened had the trip pushed through. you think about all the fun you should’ve had… but no, it’s just a what-if now.. a big, mocking what-if…
after a week of moping, you decided to get your life back. and you did well. bravo!
years later, thanks to confirmed rumors, you learned that he’s now a successful businessman. thanks to THAT meeting which apparently pushed through. and then you meet him at a conference… you talked the small talk. oh yes, you talked about the trip you had planned ages ago.. and you realized, just like you, he too was wondering what would’ve happened… he too was asking "what if?"…
again, you’re in your bed, staring at the wall, smoke rings fill the room… you’re thoughts are in a whirl. you check yourself if you’re okay…
you’re not sad (you don’t even feel like crying). you don’t care. you’ve accepted.
and you realize, it’s different when reality bites you… you get so shocked, you forgot that it’s chewing you off already…geez!
note: i love the word analogy…
