Life is too short for boring stories

You remember, back then, when we first met, when we fell in love with each other, when we were at this stage when we were ready to turn the world for each other, we talked about forever, because we believed in it deeply, because it could never change again.

Nothing but illusion!

But if we had moved away from each other at that time, even then. If we had not noticed, in the over-zealousness of the trespasses and confusions, of having to slip out into a nameless morning, then, yes, then we could have seen that the moment would have enabled us forever now,

and no illusion!

Do you still remember, my child, the moment I held you in my arms for the first time, the moment that I knew I would be connected to you forever, in a way that I’m not connected to anyone else. I wished that symbiosis would last forever. Nothing was allowed to change, but you grew up, and with every step you took in your life, I lamented the supposedly broken bond and unity.

Nothing but illusion!

But if I had been willing to take your steps into your life, with you, sometimes with more, sometimes with less distance, as you would have needed, then I would have noticed that our attachment did not suffer. Only the way of dealing has changed. Then I would have seen you grow and mature, to yourself, and I would have supported you. Then nothing would have changed. Then I would have allowed one forever,

and no illusion!

At that time, when we met for the first time, I immediately put a picture of you in my head, from which I did not pull off, and then stuck to it, when the truth had already leaked out, the very banal truth that you are you and not my image of you in my mind, and I reproached you for having changed and not as you were then.

Nothing but illusion!

But if in that time I had the openness to paint the picture out of my head, then I would have given you a chance to let me see you. Then we would have been able to speak of you as meaning you and experience the encounter as an extension, with all the unexpected and surprising. Then it would have been possible to turn

and no illusion!

2 Gedanken zu “Nothing but Illusion!

  1. robertomuffoletto sagt:

    This is a good piece. It has me thinking that with illusions we have only reality, and reality can be hard.


    1. novels4utoo sagt:

      Yes, it seems so

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