Coming to Grips

Oh I dunno. There’s a lot of shit floating around right now. A lot of thinking. Never a good sign.

I tried to play it off all strong-like. After all, what’s the alternative? Right? This is how life goes. It moves and flows and changes direction and pace.

I’ve been telling him this for years. He’s gotta go. Go where the opportunity is. The only other option is regret. Regret of everything that wasn’t done. Wasn’t achieved. Wasn’t worked for.

But really. I’m not sure what two years is really like. I haven’t a single clue. I have no idea what I’m talking about. Do people really do this? Is it possible? Is it worth it?

The truth is that there really is no other alternative. We won’t be like “them”. Constantly chasing each other around to the far corners of the country just to be together. We share each other’s lives but we aren’t symbiotic.

Still.

You have to go. I know that. I won’t lift a finger in protest. You know that. I have too much love to stop you.

But I am sad. I don’t know what it really means. And I don’t know the consequences.

There are more pressing matters, like exams and signal-transduction.

But not really.