Smoke and Mirrors…
Posted on | April 7, 2010 | Comments Off
An illusion…a story being told. That’s what she felt like. The last self help book she picked up went right back where it came from. She didn’t care anymore about finding her “authentic self” because if it was in there, it was so far buried under the so called “helpful medication” (The Muppet Medication as she would now dub it) that she would probably never find it…
She listened to the music of her favorite band and smiled knowing that there was a 14.5 year old on the opposite side of the country learning to play these same songs on his guitar. She was still hip. This music was just so good. She liked to listen carefully and try to pick out each instrument. It was so powerful. She still got goosebumps at just that special moment of certain songs. (Like “Everything” *Shiver*)
She realized she was smiling more often. This of course wasn’t good for the wrinkle department but nothing a good moisturizer couldn’t combat. It was good for her. And maybe she was finding some of that thing called happiness in little places here and there. Not everything would be inspiring…not every word that came out of her would be beautiful prose…but she just had to listen to her Mama and keep on writing. Who knows? Maybe someday she’d have everything come into place and she’d be happy that life didn’t work out quite the way she had planned…
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