We often disagreed about the concept of forever.
If you found the secret to immortality, would you take it?
Perhaps it is my family upbringing or my bizarre attachment to Wolverine, but from a very young age I knew that I had no fears or qualms about my end. I feared losing the people closest to me, but I do not fear the moment when my life reaches its conclusion.
You could never understand my peace with accepting a time and place for everything, including death. You always believed that if the secret to an eternal life was given to you, you would not hesitate to take it. By the end of us, funnily enough, it was me who could not imagine that our paths had ran its course.
One of the more poignant books that I have read most recently is Revolutionary Road.
Within the line, April says, “I wanted IN. I just wanted us to live again. For years I thought we’ve shared this secret that we would be wonderful in the world. I don’t know exactly how, but just the possibility kept me hoping. How pathetic is that? So stupid. To put all your hopes in a promise that was never made. Frank knows what he wants, he found his place, he’s just fine. Married, two kids, it should be enough. It is for him. And he’s right; we were never special or destined for anything at all.”
It is scary how often times I have identified with April.
It is scary how often time I do not.