The Coward's Way Out

"Greetings to the Universe in 55 Different Languages", a poem compiled out of messages from the Voyager spacecraft

A little cheese some fruit some tea THATS an afternoon

not people thinking they can escape heartache. avoiding it at all cost is itself a form of it

I’m so late! Also so happy to have been tagged!

ok so first off—

Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency, Chen Chen

I'll tell you a secret: I felt like I was better. It couldn't happen to me. I was worldly and supported and had a plan and I spoke well and in 2 languages. The world was waiting to unlock itself to my potential. Back then, I had the secret fear that the world was too small for me.

And it happened anyway. The terrible cliché I felt too good for. I got stuck in the home town. Plans didn't work, and suddenly almost a year had passed and I'd spent it in an internship that was my plan H in a place that was my plan Never. And now, with bloody fingernails, I've held on to the easiest dream I had. Not even the pretty, big ones that I thought I'd conquer for fun and joy. The easy one. And I'm sick. Two years at a minimum, first time I've been sick like this. I can do nothing.

Time is running out and university is drawing closer and I was sixteen in a school I hated and I PROMISED myself I wouldn't let it come to this. I wouldn't cave. I'd take the time I want and I'd see the world and I thought I was so prepared. I thought the world was waiting for me. I thought I was so privileged. I thought that meant everything would be butterflies.

Why can't it be butterflies.

E. Hughes, from "My Mother at Twenty-One"

there is always tomorrow