Last Request

i stood on the corner of little collins and russell street today. and looked up as my she spoke to me of things i held little interest in. i saw the clouds passing, the sky clearing.

as things clear in my life, the antibiotics taking their course, the clarity emerges. only to make space for more things to come. whether they be better or worse, i was yet to acknowledge.

and as night fell, and i travelled through melbourne, the only clarity that came to me was complexity and the understanding that no matter how clear life can be, no matter how many clouds dematerialise within this small coffee cup i call 'my life', there'll always be that impediment that prevents that clear view we all hope for.

that's okay. because change brings opportunity. and that boy told me that today. the secret isn't visualisation. it's choice.

i can't accept that we're going nowhere. he and i have had so many similar crossways. and he's just as strong as i am.

he walked into my life momentarily, presented a new way i should look at life, and as soon as he left today, things looked different. and i'll never see him again. yet his outlook has left an invaluable mark upon me.

sigh.

life is fascinating at the worst of times.