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We can all tell ourselves that life goes on; in our insignificance we invest emotional safety, draw consolation around our disappointments like thick white outlines. The passage of time is our safety net, and the tightrope act is that much easier because of it. "There's always tomorrow," we say, "if at first you don't succeed," we chant, expecting to wake up the next morning and everything will be just the way it is, was, and will be. Without effect, there is no cause, there is no consequence, there is no expectation. But when we look so far ahead that we don't see our failures, it's hard to see ourselves at all. The picture can only get so big before we drown ourselves out with the noise of reality--and that's not the point, not at all. Comfort lies not in knowing the world turns with or without you; forgetting the past is not moving forward, but running in place. Steady footing, even keel. And remember,
Life goes on. Do you?
Life goes on. Do you?