Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Today I learned that we never stop looking for our patent medicine. Remember hearing about tales of days gone by where salesmen would hawk their miracle elixirs that could cure everything.
I think we still want those.
We think if we kiss someone else it will stop us thinking about the people we really want to kiss or that there is a cure for everything. The idea of dealing with something for the rest of the foreseeable future is terrifying and so we search for and experiment with a thousand things that might cure us. We get too drunk, we read thousands of books, we sit in the dark and stare at a wall hoping that something will shift and that it will all be better.
There is no cure for sadness or loneliness or loss just like there is no poison that can kill off happiness, love or joy. 
There is only life.

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