So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us - that's snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely changed people with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
On the flip side of everything we think we absolutely understand lurks an equal amount of the unknown.
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In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.
An expectation was there, mixed with so many other emotions -excitement, resignation, hesitation, confusion, fear - that would well up then wither on the vine. You're optimistic one moment, only to be wracked the next by the surety that it will fall to pieces. And in the end it does.