As with so many things in life there are the things you should do and the things you shouldn't do. I'm fairly sure little Pandora was tempted by this exact dichotomy back in the day. She was given this amazing gift, this fabled box with the warning that she mustn't open it. But really, can we blame her for opening up that little gizmo and unleashing all this supposed evil onto the world? I don't think so. I think what she did, was inevitable. It was almost mandatory. Should she therefore be crucified forever? Locked in her eternal state as a punchline for 'acts you shouldn't have committed'? Poor little Pandora deserves no such fate. She deserves our compassion and all of the understanding we can muster up.
Yesterday, I think I opened up my very own Pandora's Box. Granted, it wasn't exactly the first time I opened up this particular model. In fact, I think I already opened it three or four times already and as you can all plainly see: I'm still here, the world hasn't ended, there has been no such apocalypse. So I should have no problems whatsoever in having opened it a potential fifth time, shouldn't I?
I can't really explain my actions leading up to the removing of the lid, but I can't help but feel like we're nothing less than 'star-crossed lovers', as I already told her yesterday. I mean, the thing is, even when we're apart, it doesn't feel like that. She's always there, lingering, waiting, hesitating. To conjure up the image of a person with just one song, one movie scene or even one word seems too good a thing to pass up on, wouldn't you agree? Of course, I could always be slowly turning mad, driven so by this desperate impasse of ours, but the line between sanity and insanity has always been one so scarcely defined that I'm not worried at all. So what if I'm bonkers, so what?
I don't know where this seemingly never-ending cycle of rebooting will lead me to, but I'm always the optimist in saying 'You can only have so much bad luck until you're bound to come across some good luck for a change'. And who knows, this time might be Lucky # 5! If we can do the mambo to number five, then surely, love can't be too far behind? The truth is, it can end in tears or it can end in bliss. Whichever might be the destination, I don't care - not for now at least -, because all I want to do is give it another try. Where's the hurt in that?
I can't really explain my actions leading up to the removing of the lid, but I can't help but feel like we're nothing less than 'star-crossed lovers', as I already told her yesterday. I mean, the thing is, even when we're apart, it doesn't feel like that. She's always there, lingering, waiting, hesitating. To conjure up the image of a person with just one song, one movie scene or even one word seems too good a thing to pass up on, wouldn't you agree? Of course, I could always be slowly turning mad, driven so by this desperate impasse of ours, but the line between sanity and insanity has always been one so scarcely defined that I'm not worried at all. So what if I'm bonkers, so what?
I don't know where this seemingly never-ending cycle of rebooting will lead me to, but I'm always the optimist in saying 'You can only have so much bad luck until you're bound to come across some good luck for a change'. And who knows, this time might be Lucky # 5! If we can do the mambo to number five, then surely, love can't be too far behind? The truth is, it can end in tears or it can end in bliss. Whichever might be the destination, I don't care - not for now at least -, because all I want to do is give it another try. Where's the hurt in that?
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