Dear K-
It has been some time since I’ve heard from you. I guess I always expected that when you returned you would be more eager than ever to see me, to pick up where we had left off, have glorious adventures together and give me great inspiration to write about in my novel. What ever happened to the plans of chess games, coffee dates, and drinking beer until we couldn’t see straight? I guess when you’re an ocean away, it’s easier to make plans and promises about what will be. When it comes time to execute, you always did falter at the gates. But then again, I’ve never been the most motivated individual, either.
It is almost disappointing how much you seem to miss it. You spoke so much of how you didn’t miss this life, you didn’t miss a single soul…and yet now here you are longing for a distant coast and a time zone seven hours ahead of our own. My advice? Come back to face reality. You’re in America; there are people here who care about you just as much, if not more. You have a good life here. Are you really just going to look over all that and run off again?
You can’t keep running.
I stopped running a long time ago. I’m not saying that I’m happy, but at least I’m not as miserable as some people. You have to take what you’re given. I’m making the best of what I’ve been dealt. It’s not a royal flush, but I still have a pair of nines. Things will eventually start to turn my way if I am patient long enough.
I know you have trouble understanding that. You always feel the need to be busy every second, every hour, every day. What are you trying to distract yourself from? Are you just treading water?
It somewhat reminds me of the story of the mice in the bucket of cream…some just gave up, stopped swimming, and drowned. But one mouse kept swimming, kept struggling, and eventually churned the cream into butter and saved himself from drowning.
But I don’t think we’re mice in a bucket of cream. Wake up, face life, live.
Regards,
-K
