The crowing harpy speaks as if it is some objective truth and there is only one place such conviction could possibly rise from… it was given to her as such by another… and there is only one person who could do that. As for me — the oracle trope in play, again, as usual.
You would think I’d know better than to let this script run. Once again, Tong Len and nothing but the same for it. I know it isn’t supposed to matter… sorry, still human.
It hurts. More than it should, I suppose. I keep thinking that knowing about it will make it hurt less. It never does. What is the oracle trope? Well, there’s a movie quote that expresses it well and should be recognizable:
NEO: The Oracle told me I’m not the One.
MORPHEUS: No, Neo, She told you exactly what you needed to hear. Nothing more.
When you live as if the world is all surface and no depth, I suppose the things others say or do must seem very obvious and easy to understand.
But just because you think you know someone’s motivation and intent does not mean you actually know it. It only means you think you do.
In the difference between the two rests infinity. It was in that infinity this particular friendship was lost.
This is what I tell myself, but I lie, because no friend could or would do these things.
I suppose you could say I do not mourn a friendship lost, but a friendship unborn and only imagined.
It is this outcome of impossibility that I wish to change. I will manage it. Until then, I set what reminders I can and hope they are sufficient as such… someday
And, of course, to learn the way to stop allowing myself to run this script to help others, particularly when they are too broken and careless with others and life in general to appreciate the effort behind it or the best wishes that drive it.