Why is it that when we have something, we disregard it as a given and ignore its beauty until finally it is lost and we feel empty?
As my father put it, our lives are like our arms rounded in front of us with our hands clasped together to form a bubble. When you meet someone you think is special, you let them fill up your life bubble so that your arms are stretched out as far as they can go. But when they leave, everything else that used to fill your life has slowly slipped away from you, and your life bubble is left hollow, giving us only hurt and memories of a time when we were so fulfilled.
Maybe we are destined to forever revel in what is lost or what is yet to be, never accepting and appreciating the now. Perhaps when we find something to fill us again, we will regret giving up the alone time. Perhaps it is truly impossible to satisfy man's carnal hunger for more than what is.
I hope one day I am satisfied.
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Our dad is a wise man. Everytime I think of him, many memories fill my head, but themost vibrant being that unforgetable halloween night when he came out to find out of the push bike.
i have a new found admiration for your father. wisely put.
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