Timing (from The Culture)

Toronto, June 2013.

Toronto, June 2013.

5:50.

I fucking hate bad timing. An offshoot of bad luck, only bad timing feels worse.

At least luck feels uncontrollable.

“Everything happens for a reason.”

Sick of that, too. What reason? Lately, it’s a disjointed notion. Feels like running this fucked up emotional gambit full of equally fucked up ebbs and flows.

1:50.

Holding hands through a crowd.

4:10.

At the airport saying goodbye.

No cause for anger, being as there is no way to combat whats long been set.

Just fucked up timing.

Toronto, June 2013.

Toronto, June 2013.

6:34.

Back in a coffee shop weeding through photos I’ve taken whilst being part of this new world.

Took me to these. Perhaps they are just for me; their dichotomy provide me a positive example of how timing isn’t always bad.

Things do sometimes happen for a reason. Growing and changing.

Living and learning.

Blaming timing is a cop out. An immature venting method allowing momentary reprieve from the “what could have been?” reflex.

Live and learn.

Grow and change.

6:43.

Publish.

 

 

 

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