Chapters

Every so often in life, something huge and life-changinly significant happens, and we all sit around in shock and think, "It's strange how quickly one event can change your whole life".

But in the past 72 hours, I've noticed that it's not always the big things that change you.

A series of seemingly small and meaningless events collaborated over the course of a weekend to change my perspective on the world quite substantially, to the point where I was genuinely shocked as a reflected on how I felt about my life 3 days ago.

It wasn't as much an emotional roller-coaster as it was a stroll around the scenic route.

I went from excited, to content, to confused, to anxious, to relieved, to complacent, to disappointed and hurt, resignation, pleasure, and perhaps even a tinge of regret.

All mixed in with copious amounts of alcohol (which may or may not be a contributing factor to my perceived problem).

But the changes in emotion were so smooth and subtle that I never really acknowledged them to myself.

It wasn't until it was all over that I realised the past 3 days had been one large significant event in themselves.

Although I suppose that's all life really is: a series of ever-changing circumstances.

Sometimes you see them, sometimes you don't.

But you will always feel them.

It felt like I was only between chapters, when in reality I was coming up to the end of the story.

Luckily there's still time for a sequel, keeping some of the old favourites, but hopefully introducing a whole batch of new characters (and eliminating the ones that simply failed to further the plot).

and so continues the comedy/drama narrative that is my life.

but The Story of Us will only ever be a chapter in the The Story of Me.

"the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now" - Taylor Swift