I guess this post could have also been called: Running With Knives.
I am sure there’s been times in your life when you’ve known you were heading towards a mess, but nevertheless you continued, you kept walking down the same pathway even though you knew that it wasn’t leading to a good place and was eventually going to leave you as a wreck.
Those times when we see it coming, why don’t we stop it? Is it because our hope is endless? Is it because we trust ourselves so much we think we can make it happen otherwise? Is it because we live in denial? Or is it because we want to be right?
Sure you can add a few more possible explanations. Each of them would be as right as many people there are on the face of Earth.
To me, it makes no sense, what’s the answer? If we are on a ship that you can see is heading directly towards the rocks, why do we stay there? Watching ourselves being drifted away… And wasted away.
“Don’t reach out, don’t reach out…”*
Denial is my best guess, or maybe just the one that suits me best. And hope. Endless hope that brings along denial and plain, foolish blindness.
But: “…just ’cause you feel it, it doesn’t mean it’s there”*.
*(Taken from the recommended song for this post).
(This post best read while listening to:
There, There – The Boney King of Nowhere by Radiohead)