There’s a beauty in unfulfilled desires [and the subverting and transformation of such desires]. The descending of the rain, a typically undesirable event, is rendered beautiful with its musical play upon the gazebo’s wooden warmth.

The mutual affection experienced for each other, an urge that many perspectives would pursue past a threshold, is pruned. This pruning is painful if the horizon past the aforementioned threshold is the only horizon you see, but our protagonists, out of a melding of culture, personality, and circumstance (fate), continued to live out quotidian lives. Both were wise enough to let sprout new shoots on other stems, and continued to grow new lives (life).

And here I stop and ask myself: was it actually wisdom that led them to make that choice? Was that truly the better choice? Does wisdom affect the you before your decision or the you after the decision? In this scenario I’m describing, perhaps it is a bit of both.

Five thirty five
October 7, 2018