Today, as I perambulated on campus to Annapolis Hall, I realized I had taken this same trip many months before on an errand for one of my bosses. I also remembered that during that trip many months ago, I nearly burst into tears during one of the infamous "e-mail arguments" that plagued my life at the time. I read line after line on my Gmail, trying to balance walking, reading and carrying a stack of papers with blurry tear-stained eyes.
Today, my walk was different. It was sunny, I was rocking to Erykah Badu and I wasn't worried about balancing my Blackberry with some Gmail nonsense.
Now, you may or may not be able to decipher why things are different now. You may or may not already know. And, I may or may not explicitly tell you why. Ok, I may not but I think you get the point.
After a breakup, it's hard to see or feel beyond that initial earth-shattering volcano that your heart just erupted into. It's easy to dwell, only be able to think about the good times, and miss the person beyond what should even be considered acceptable. But, with a little time and distance from the person, you can start to see that all that glittered wasn't gold and, as cliche as it is, everything happens for a reason.
So, what's the inequality?
Sometimes the pain of missing someone < the benefit and beauty of riding solo
Love freely,
tY
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