#252 That's how it is done...
There is a myth that lingers unspoken between the sheets of sleep, trying to wake up, and rarely ever does. One that speaks of history and memory overshadowing the lived experience and its possibility in this now.
It goes like this if you forgot.
I have been there, I’ve done this before, thus I’m equipped to handle what comes next. Or the counterargument, which often prevails: I haven’t done it before, so I won’t know how to handle it.
And probably the worst offender lives in the rationalization and its safety. That whatever is known or has been is better than the uncertainty of that which can’t be rationalized or predicted.
Thus, the romanticized story always wins, for it can be molded and shaped. Its emotions stripped and sterilized to suit a prevailing “of sorts,” so in every endeavor, regardless of the reality that passed, the same outcome persists.
That’s how it is done…
And now that you know. The thought is overbearing, so it has to be overcome. Yet, the story alludes and endures. For it can’t be won nor dismissed.
In between the sheets, the nightmares fumble and tumble to a shared journey, craving for the hero in you to rise and conquer all. And while that may be the destiny, often a fall from the edge awakens the trembling mind to this unforeseen find.
We live for the understanding. We revel in the lie to keep us from the sleepless nights. And not to be wary of ever being found or seen, we continue on telling the story of that’s how it is done…
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
