If It Ain’t Broke…

…then don't try to fix it, right? But what if it IS broke? How broken is something before you just say eff the crazy glue and throw it away?

 

Man it's hard to decide what to forgive, and what to let go these days. People always tell you to weigh the pros and cons, and whichever is greater, that's what you go with. But I think that subconsciously, sometimes people put more on that side of the scale which is most in their favor. Wouldn't it be awesome if there was an "easy" button?

 

I've had a situation on my mind for a while now, and as much as I may miss that person, I have to constantly look to the definition of the word past and remember why they are in it. Then I reevaluate the situation, wondering if there was a warranty, if this can be repaired.

 

Then I get to remembering the laundry list of reasons behind the total power failure, including the aftermath…and I am angry with myself. Angry that I've wasted precious synapses on someone who isn't worth the blink of my eye. Don't get it twisted; I didn't decide they weren't worth it; they decided with their actions. I like to let decisions make themselves; people dig their own graves. This way I'm not the one left holding the shovel…

 

But oh how I miss the old days. Doesn't reminiscing suck sometimes? It makes you bipolar. First you feel all warm inside, then your thoughts are fast forwarded in time to the point where it all went downhill, and now you want to kick a puppy. I don't suggest that though. I happen to like puppies.

 

Then I start singing Bryan McKnight: "Do I ever cross your mind/ Anytime/ Do you ever wake up reaching out for meee/ Do I ever cross your mind/ Anytime/ I miss you". Makes you wonder if they are wasting the same time thinking about you, as you are them. They say if something is meant to be yours, it will come back to you. I don't know if that's exactly accurate, because I've definitely had some scuzzball ex-boyfriends come back that can't even touch my door knob without me spraying it down with Lysol.

 

But in the end, you have to come to terms with what you can't control (feelings), and what you can (actions), then find a happy medium. Things fade with time, like bruises and the scent of their body in your sheets. Hold on to the memories and lessons; that's the stuff life is made of.

 

And if you're wondering if they're supposed to be coming back to you, don't. It only holds you back from the life you're supposed to be living, with Father Time leaving you on the curb. He doesn't wait for anybody. Have faith that things will turn out in the best way possible to make your life the most awesome it can be, with or without him/her. Things will soon happen to put things into perspective, to show you what's REALLY important; therein lays your answer :)

 

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