This past weekend carried with it two dramatic endings:
• I sat in the chair for the final inking of my Celtic tattoo, which has taken 2 years to complete, stalled out initially because of my unexpected hospitalization.
• I signed divorce papers with Dara, ending our 11 year marriage.
Both were completions of journeys, each carrying it's own pains, joys, hopes, and fears; each ending terrifying in it's own way, but each singly delivering to me the same message:
You just never know.
We're constantly on the search for solid ground, when in fact, none exists. This instability is what makes life a grand adventure, and the struggle to reach the mountain's peak, as we arrive scraped, cut, exhausted, and bruised, is life itself.
You just never know.
• I sat in the chair for the final inking of my Celtic tattoo, which has taken 2 years to complete, stalled out initially because of my unexpected hospitalization.
• I signed divorce papers with Dara, ending our 11 year marriage.
Both were completions of journeys, each carrying it's own pains, joys, hopes, and fears; each ending terrifying in it's own way, but each singly delivering to me the same message:
You just never know.
We're constantly on the search for solid ground, when in fact, none exists. This instability is what makes life a grand adventure, and the struggle to reach the mountain's peak, as we arrive scraped, cut, exhausted, and bruised, is life itself.
You just never know.
1 Comments:
At 10:15 AM,
Anonymous said…
I read this last week and thought, "how lame that he compared getting a tattoo to divorcing his wife of 11 years" and now, 3 days after a totally fucked up weekend and after surprisingly and painfully ending what seemed a still "fresh and new" relationship that lasted just over 1 year with someone that I loved very much, well... all I can say now is "word"
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