Never...never again....never,unless...  

5/5/2005 3:04 am Last Read: 3/5/2006 9:28 pm

My grandma used to tell me to never say never. But then, as time passes, there are some things we realize...or accept, that will never happen. By acceptance, I do not mean give up. We accept, so as to regain a semblance of control and stability. We can't go hanging on forever. But there is always room for hope. Sometimes, the word never seals off the past, so we could move on...forward, for the time being. With the word never comes empowerment...strength, a promise, that would somehow allow us to get by. There is the word never with no other attached word to it, pertaining to thing that have not or will not probably happen. There’s never again...attributed to things that have transpired, and will do everything in our power to not happen again. And there's the conditional never, unless, which cancels out the effect the word never entails. Never comes with so much finality. That in it, to say the word is almost like a curse. However, the word never has not been utilized in its truest sense, to which even I am guilty of. I’ve said a lot of never's that I have after some amount of time, chewed on. A lot of never's that I thought won't happen, and a lot of those considerable never's. But sometimes...we just know...that it will never happen. Unless, of course, it does. ***I may never be his Mrs. Walls^. I will never graduate with honors. I may never be the subject of his life, brimming with so much pride and bursting with so much passion. I may never be a writer,or a businesswoman, for that matter.. I can never pretend to be someone I am not. I might never have some people back in my life. I might never feel his lips on mine. I might never change to fit the mold. I may never see such pride or love in his eyes when it restson me. I may never again be the cause of one of smiles that would reach his eyes. I may never be the one he wakes up with every morning. I can never be coy. I may never be the one he'd rush home to. I may never be he one he'll ask to come away with him in his Mustang (*drools*). I might never be the subject of one of his photographs again. I might never get one of his surprise calls. I may never again get an email from him. I will never be the girl of his dreams. I may never be sane*** Never IS scary. And threatening. And it builds pressure. That's why we all jump with the mere mention of it.But then, that's the way it is. I may never be this or that. I may not get there or be here again. I may never feel, taste, experience, sense, and smell a lot of thing...unless. We can never be so sure. But for one, I can say, with Codamon pride in full force, “I may never be...but then, I can be so much more. I can be me.” ----------------------------- ***- paragraph does not pertain to a single person. I’d like to acknowledge people from my past and part of my present for those memories where I drew that paragraph from.

jace001 Ask me for a photo 2 posts  5/25/2005 5:03 am

you copied this from someone else. you've been copying a lot of blog entries from a lot of other people. i wonder if you have any original thought in you...