The conversations in my head go this way. Sometimes I have no idea which of me I'm conversing with, but more often than not, she is.
"This too shall pass away.
Do not panic. It's easy for me to whisper this to you, or try to convince you to focus on nothing but your breathing, but it is what it is. You can't change a lot of things that happen to you.
Choices? A friend once asked if I really believed we had any.
Control? I have none.
So why do you tell me not to panic? It changes nothing, and you know this.
You have no control over your reaction to how bad things may appear. But you have a decision to make, whether or not to spend time thinking about the already made choices, or sunbathing and leaving your life to the tide the heavens choose for you.
Are the heavens real? Are they even seven?
No, I don't know. You feel better when you don't try so hard to justify it all.
Why do you bother about my pathetic reaction to what I have no control over?
You're who you are. If you had to make the same choices today, while ensuring you stay in your comfort zone, you'd do it all over again.
Is it a false illusion? Living? Maybe.
I'm worried more often than not, yet the hopeless optimist you are tells me to chin up and face it head on.
What's the worst that might happen?
Death?
Yeah, that terrifies me too."
'Siyah
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