Rendezvous

So its been a while, I realize. School's insane hours, plus various things in between make it strange to go through a day with any time to even pen down a thought. Doesn't stop them flowing though...

I went back to something that I didn't really expect yet figured would come about at some point or the other. I didn't ask for it then, nor will I ask for it now. I only care that I get to have some time for it, in a twisted, singular manner. Ah well, that's life I guess.

Maybe I need to take a few more steps backwards.

To want or ask for someone to spend your time with, to have them want to spend their time with you, to share nothing and everything in individuality and togetherness, to have all that and want nothing else at all... is a dream.

Think about it. Cultural, religious, ethical and other such differences aside, we're a planet with a population of 6 billion. If you could ask one person to find the one they wished to share this with, how far would he/she go to find it? My guess? Not far. All this, just for the fact that, regardless of whether they want this or not, most people wouldn't place it too high on their list of goals for their lifetime, because really, who wants to spend a lifetime looking? Life's a big trading game, so why can't this just be looked at as a play card? Just play it when the time's right, in the most suitable circumstances. Doesn't hurt to hold a few extra in your hand while you're at it, eh? Just in case of... unforeseen issues.

What are the chances you'll find the one person who's willing to set forth every dream, every secret and every passion to share it with you?

One of my friends said that true love and marriage are, in a sense, the biggest compromise. Strange, isn't it? Even when it comes to "true" emotion, one must think in terms of the best deal procured.

Which collector was ever able to completely look past the high value of his "prized" possession and value it purely in and of itself? Would you pay $50,000 for a diamond-encrusted Rolex, and show it off to be just a beautiful watch? "Check out my new watch." "Its sweeeet! How much you pay for it?" There it begins. How do you think you'd respond? "50Gs cold hard cash.... (dollar signs in eyes)" or "Doesn't matter, I just bought it because it looked beautiful and I wanted it".

Pick an answer and there's your response.

Who would fight for love and put their life on the line for it? Something makes me think it takes two.

But hey, I've been wrong before. Then again, does such a thing as "wrong" exist when you choose a definition for your life and your mind and your "heart"?

A toast... to the trading game of life, where all that matters is the cards you hold... in every circumstance.



What would happen if it all just... stopped?

Signing off,

Whispered Screams