Timing...

Timing is an odd thing. It is a facet of our lives that we have absolutely no control over. Well, perhaps that's debatable--irregardless. We cannot orchestrate our lives. Well, we can try, but we will fail miserably. We cannot ordain meetings and departures, feelings or love. We cannot anticipate the timing of a broken heart, or a full heart. Timing dictates everything. And we are not the masters of time. He is the master of Time. We can manipulate or interfere with the timing of our lives, but I think ultimately, we will be left unsatisfied...timing is everything.

Verdad

"Our greatest strengths are also our greatest weaknesses..."

Cracks

"The little cracks they escalate it, before we knew it was too late."

--Glen Hansard

The inevitable

The only certain thing in life is change. It is inevitable. Time is always trudging forward, with or without our bidding. We cannot stop it. Though we may try with words and actions, weak and paltry they always fall against the crushing inevitability of time and change. It will come. We can either step forward along the road of existence, accepting the inevitable, or always fighting against the treadmill of time. Treadmills suck.

Attention...

We all want it. Attention. Desperately. Some more than others, but we all crave it. Attention. People yearn to be noticed, appreciated, understood. We are always seeking it...always.

The unwanted converstation...

It's amazing really. The unwanted conversation. You can see it coming--a person cocks their hip to the side, or rests their elbows on something for support--the signs of settling-in. It's painfully inevitable and seemingly unavoidable. And it often seems to occur when you are in the least mood for conversing, and it is always that person who you know doesn't comprehend the universal "leave me alone" language. You can see them continuing to talk, but at a certain point into the conversation, you have ceased to listen, simply wishing internally that they would you leave you the hell alone so you can write your paper, or read your book, or simply not talk to them anymore...I'm a horrible person, I know.

Relationships are Arbitrary

I am becoming more and more convinced that romantic entanglements are purely arbitrary. Perhaps this sentiment springs from cynical embitterment; however, I am confident it is based partially, if not entirely, in reality. I am continually amazed at the people who end up together. Really. Also, it astounds me to observe the people who so quickly transition from one relationship to another, non-pulsed. It almost seems that the person, that "significant other" is not the issue, but rather, they are simply a need-filler. We all possess a deep, etched hole within us that we attempt to fill with something--and often times it is a relationship. People seem to be, from my jaded perspective, indiscriminate when it comes to their romantic endeavors. Seemingly, anyone will do. We simply want someone to fill that hole. Tragic. Perhaps. True. I have no idea. I simply observe and draw my cynical conclusions.