I watched this movie
tonight… Some sentences in art resonate empathy in horrific ways, some scenes,
you don’t want to be able to relate, fiction into non-fiction. You live underneath
the limen where faith used to be. You hope spacetime’s passkey arrives in one coordinated
moment in the future where the other sees you. No requirement to explain the
why behind the path to now, the other just gets it. That recognition is like a forgiveness
in a gust, filling you with validation of just how much you can love a person trying
to do what is best for them never knowing if you were doing the right thing,
but you buried into the deepest parts of you in moments that keep repeating to do
the hardest thing you can imagine. Maybe that breaks you in a way you can’t
explain to people. Few know where it comes from, but you do it, because it is
not always about you. It’s not like a movie with clean lines and succinct felicity,
you know you might not make it out of this alive or functional, but you did your best.
You took the slap in the face. You were the bowing trunk staring up at that
sun, bending in wind, meditating on what bounties the rain may one morn bring.
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