November 19, 2008

My dearest,

There is a song you won’t sing. It’s the punch that takes you out for good. When you land and you won’t get up again. Fall and remain Fallen. You don’t get to rise. You ain’t no angel, no Venus. When the lights finally go out, you’re left with no more time for doubts or regrets or quiet, bitter moments of soul-wrecking humiliation, you’re simply gone.

Why worry about life on Mars when life on Earth is far more fragile? And brief, threatening to slip away even as we fill our minutes and hours of our finite days with complaints and fear and hate and lost opportunities. We keep hesitating cos we need to be sure, so sure before we make a single move. A mistake would kill us. We keep waiting for something to happen, for someone to tell us what to do.

No one’s gonna tell you what to do.

Sometimes we just don’t need to be so sure. Forget certainties, there are none. You know you haven’t been knocked out yet, don’t you? Let that be enough. Simply live, right now. May you be happy, my love.

Yours, ever and always.