Isn’t it?

Isn’t it always…the ones you least expect? The ones that blindside you, that waylay you, that out of nowhere, seem to clobber you with a sledge hammer.

Isn’t it always…that moment when your guard is down, your gaze somewhere else, you attention on another? Another matter, another life, another person.

Isn’t it always…just like you to stutter and stumble, lose your balance, crash into the china shop looking for the words, accepting the emotions, navigating the odds?

Isn’t it always…the risky way, the frightening path, the psychotic inner turmoil that somehow makes your heart and mind temporary enemies, locked in mortal battle for your very soul?

Isn’t it always…the dangerous ones.


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