Wish I could help, but sadly, it's one topic that I am most certainly NOT qualified to offer advice.
Life, however, as bizarre as mine has been, has given me a few things here and there.
Fulfillment in life has little to do with the person or persons we fall for. To be sure, that's great and leads to many a splendid thoughts (or so I'm told). No, no. Life is to be experienced and endured in its own accord. We make of it entirely what we want. Our words, our understandings, our lives--entirely our own and made up by our minds as we traverse the cycle. It's all very cerebral.
But traverse it we must. For even the hardships--no matter how hard--become mere memories later on that we reflect back to and notice a spark. A glimmer. A shimmer of something that we hadn't all together noticed before. A treasure. And in that treasure, we gain something else entirely.
I think the girl will be okay with whatever course of action you take, though I confess that I cannot say that with absolute certainty--I am sans knowledge of the girl. And of the guy, besides that which you now write. Or perhaps wrote, since this is in response to said writing. But the tone. Yes, the tone says she should be okay.
o great wise one: no, you are not qualified to offer love advice. however, you've got a few things here. yes, my life is entirely made up by my poor crazy mind. life is very cerebral -- probably more so than physical. and that's the danger. my mind is my own worst enemy.
i have also noticed, though, that the old cliche (and i hate this, because cliches are one of my biggest pet peeves) -- time heals -- actually works. one of the best/worst (bittersweetest) events in the novel of my life has, in fact, become a mere memory, as you said, and in all my hours of therapy i have reflected on it and noticed things i didn't when i was in the thick of it. in retrospect, i've gained something else entirely. the main thing, though, is that what was once the shakespearian tragedy i thought i would never see resolved has become a chapter, and a significant turning point in the plot, with its own version of closure.
i do appreciate your taking interest in my neurotic little problems and caring enough to offer interpretation. these are the times when i especially wish you were still here.
Wish I could help, but sadly, it's one topic that I am most certainly NOT qualified to offer advice.
Life, however, as bizarre as mine has been, has given me a few things here and there.
Fulfillment in life has little to do with the person or persons we fall for. To be sure, that's great and leads to many a splendid thoughts (or so I'm told). No, no. Life is to be experienced and endured in its own accord. We make of it entirely what we want. Our words, our understandings, our lives--entirely our own and made up by our minds as we traverse the cycle. It's all very cerebral.
But traverse it we must. For even the hardships--no matter how hard--become mere memories later on that we reflect back to and notice a spark. A glimmer. A shimmer of something that we hadn't all together noticed before. A treasure. And in that treasure, we gain something else entirely.
I think the girl will be okay with whatever course of action you take, though I confess that I cannot say that with absolute certainty--I am sans knowledge of the girl. And of the guy, besides that which you now write. Or perhaps wrote, since this is in response to said writing. But the tone. Yes, the tone says she should be okay.
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i have also noticed, though, that the old cliche (and i hate this, because cliches are one of my biggest pet peeves) -- time heals -- actually works. one of the best/worst (bittersweetest) events in the novel of my life has, in fact, become a mere memory, as you said, and in all my hours of therapy i have reflected on it and noticed things i didn't when i was in the thick of it. in retrospect, i've gained something else entirely. the main thing, though, is that what was once the shakespearian tragedy i thought i would never see resolved has become a chapter, and a significant turning point in the plot, with its own version of closure.
i do appreciate your taking interest in my neurotic little problems and caring enough to offer interpretation. these are the times when i especially wish you were still here.
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