victory. at last.

And every so often a day comes along which challenges the strength of time. Its a fleeting moment, but one that gives the much needed assurance that this life, this moment, this instance is nothing other than the one which was meant to be lived by you.

So you think they are perfect, and know exactly what they want, but the truth is the world, this life is an anomaly to us all. A victory to us all-that comes in red, white and green every four years when the world all focuses their eyes on one ball, one trophy, one moment.

A global village.

And this life. With a billion people watching, as the moment among all moments, when all that you've banked on, all you've wished for becomes a reality.

Theres something so beautiful about watching dreams come true. Seeing the underdog snag a victory, if even so by chance, by fate, by luck, by a kick in the butt, or a head butt. Restless it's theirs.

victory ensues. Or else, its back to the mattresses.

Patience/Patients

I'm losing patience. Some how I keep hoping and praying and wishing and looking and wanting and needing and now obsessing. Why not? Why the hell not? Why not me?

It seems in recent times, instead of understanding where my life should be going, I've lost track of where I want to go. I no longer know what it is that brought me to this point, this moment, this visceral, blank-slated, naked moment. I don't understand how long my patience will be tested for, how many long winded messages and signs will I wait for until something great happens?

I'm losing patience, in thinking that the person I am meant to spend eternity with is going to be anywhere within 5000 miles of me. It just doesn't seem possible. Years and years and years of trial and tribulation. Makes me wonder, it has to be me.

I've become the version of myself which is foreign, speaks in adages and without any proof to produce in its instance. I rely less and less on technology to be the be all end all solution but rather hope that what needs to be resolved somehow finds a way.

I'm beginning to wonder if those tightly knots ties of friendship really are binding. People grow, lives change-mine did too- but how much stress can or should be play on a relationship's history? How much of an impact did the events of the past affect who we have become?

Do I want too much? Do I ask for too much or am I cursed, by the evil eye of those who don't want good for me. I cant help but wonder, but this isn't the life I should have been living.

Or is it?

I'm losing hope.