In hindsight, we always see when it's "coming to an end."
It's like the precarious chandelier in the corner of the room, that you hung with just one hook- you know it's going to fall, it's just a matter of when. So you let it hang, you eye it when someone skips too closely, or stomps too loudly while gyrating to "Imma Be" by the Black Eyed Peas with a Jack and Coke in their hand- you watch it, you watch it tremble and applaud its strength for holding on through one more shaky evening and not knocking out an unassuming guest. Until one day....when you're spreading strawberry cream cheese on an everything bagel, humming "Three Little Birds", before you've checked your emails, or put on mascara- before you've allowed the World permission to come in to your space and potentially, fuck up your day.....it FALLS. It shatters to the ground leaving you vulnerable, in a robe and with a big fucking mess and not enough time to clean it up.
That unsteady chandelier is just a TINY thread of a whole fucking BLANKET. Whether it's a chandelier, a car breaking down on the highway when it's had it's "check engine" light on for months, a job loss when you saw people leaving like they could predict the inevitable storm, or a parking ticket when you saw the meter flashing red. The point is, we SEE IT COMING. We just don't acknowledge it half the time. Because that means, we might have to get another fucking hook for the damn chandelier- or take the car in when it's inconvenient, or park a mile away when you're wearing your too-small-sexy-bitch-blister-heels and still need to grab an iced coffee.
Acknowledging the presence of something "falling away" from you means you are going to either have to A. accept change. B. do something about it. or C. cry in public. And fuck, I'm a princess and would like to choose none of the above, unless option C comes with a lollipop.
Often it's right when everything is SHINING THE BRIGHTEST that the lights starts to flicker. When the marquee is ablaze, constant, blistering light is bound to burn out. Just when the peach is the ripest, when the texture is just right, is when it's merely moments away from spoiling and turning into something useless, inedible and brown.
Autumn is the perfect example- every leaf, every color is brilliant- we stop and look in awe of them, we seek out the most "beautiful" ones and then, we watch them die.
Things fall apart, or fall off. We lose screws. Both literally and hypothetically.
......Perfectly good fruit spoils. Eventually a once "bright new house" needs a new coat of paint. We need to cleanse, to start over- so allow the impending "fall" of things happen as it may and react SANELY, because it isn't like you really believed those damn leaves where going to stay that way forever. When something is hanging by a thread it has a time limit- eventually the mama Adult tooth is going to give you no other choice than to twist that wonky baby tooth out of it's way. It's growing in whether you like it or not. And you may as well avoid looking like "Shark face" in the meantime.
Luckily- I'm not actually worried about baby teeth. But hey, the metaphor fits? Or now, I'm just picturing my face if I had tiny chicklet baby teeth- ah! The horror!
SO, everything has fallen.....
Do you: cry and wish the leaves were still hanging pretty on the tree, OR make it a party and roll around in them???