Dear Life

Dear Life, you tricksy bastard… you thought you were going to get me good with that one didn’t you? Well, I see through your little deceits and sly ways. You had me believing (albeit, briefly) that I might be able to squeeze a little more life out of a relationship that seemed to be passed out in some dark alley. Alas, it was not passed out, it was dead. Fortunately, I saw the symptoms—no pulse, rigourmortis setting in—and rather quickly moved on before the death could be pinned on me. And a second relationship that I had left for dead may have a little life left in her yet; but only time will tell. This girl has been beaten hard and may recover fully since she is young or never leave the other vegetables at the relationship ICU.

Oh yes, and I almost forgot that little stunt trying to convince me that my clock is indeed tick, tick, ticking away. Why you nearly had me convinced that I was running out of time and that I was going to be alone for the rest of my life. But no, Life, no. I admit that you gave me something of a fright before I realized that my time here is short but I shouldn’t worry about what is around the corner until I turn the corner.

I’m nearly a quarter of a century old now and have been through your song and dance many times before. So Life, the next time you want to throw me a curve ball, you might want to try throwing something I haven’t taken a swing at before.

Much Love, Me