Tuesday, September 19, 2006
The Kids Are Alright
Something has been bugging me. In the back of my head I’ve been playing football (American) and ignoring something.
I have 12 more days of work. Then I leave. I am leaving my job. I don’t have a new job.
Bruce has vowed that he will care for me. Just as he cares about me. I understand.
I just look at this past month and wonder if he understands.
Bruce didn’t come to London or Frankfurt with me last month. He was invited but he chose to work instead. Bruce agreed to go one day, and a few nights ago he mentioned perhaps this upcoming spring time. But the back of my head says that the one day/some day promise is the promise that will forever pass time next time.
The next time will be different. The core group is spreading out and the quick hit of the present wherein I see EVERYONE in four days in one city won’t be possible. My life is slowly spinning out like an ever expanding galaxy where seconds turn into light-years over the course of a lifetime. The spread of people and dialects is not unfamiliar but the chance was unique. Unique: having no like or equal; unparalleled; incomparable.
I think Bruce really believes that the next time will be just fine and that he’s not missing out on some grand experience. The possibilities are not endless and limits are looming to illustrate the point that time is of the essence as time essentially fades away.
I just wanted him to see what made me alright.