November 16, 2016
The proposal. The ring that hung between the old woman's breasts and got lost there. The sign that I am meant to be with this person. The difficulties of life that I can barely handle myself, let alone with a normal person, let alone with you. But what is a normal person? There is no such thing, and everyone's life path is different. I can't help feeling lame and useless and totally out of control. I try to control what I can't, and I don't bother controlling what I can. This is the great paradox of life because I think everyone does it.