People always ask you: "Where were you on 9/11". And strangely enough it is a question I can answer. I do know where I was. I was home sick, lying on the couch watching something stupid on tv, when they broke the news. I called my boyfriend who was working and told him.
But that isn't really what I want to talk about. I ask myself the same question: "Where were you when 'XYZ' happened". For example:
Where was I when I realized that I would never get married and never have children?
Where was I when I realized that all the dreams I had had for my life until that point were never going to be my life?
Where was I when I decided that I would just go on living this other life, that I never wished for, that I never imagined?
Where was I when decided to not have new dreams?
Where was I when I gave up?
And you kow what? - I have no fucking clue where I was, or even when this happened.
Life really is this thing that happens when you don't look, and then it's too late.
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