A lot of times, we wish this sign to be true. I could conveniently place this chair at the site of a fight or at a scene of a heartbreak and in a brief moment, rid myself of whatever crappy feeling I may have burbling inside me -- like nothing ever happened. Lots of times, and I mean lots of times, I close my eyes, grit my teeth and wish this chair pops up. It would be kind of funny but that's what I thought about when I saw this picture. (On a sidenote, before I write a post, I type a topic into google's image search and get my header pictures from whatever pops up -- in this post, I was looking for "nothing")

This chair could save a lot of people a lot of trouble by just being there. I mean, misdirection is kind of an okay thing. You can divert traffic from whatever mess you're keeping on the side, just put up a sign -- no one will notice. If only baggage came with such a tag, I'd have a lot less things to keep me awake. And yet, denial can also be the thing that will ultimately come back to bite us. I mean, if this chair was used to cover up something that must be known, wouldn't it hinder us from answers instead? It's sort of like that little white lie we tell ourselves after we do something really bad. You know the one, the thing we tell ourselves to make something smaller than it really is... famous lines include, "it ain't so bad", "it's not a big deal", "that dress doesn't make you look fat" or "t'is but a flesh wound" to name a few.

Sometimes, I really think that everything is just one big conspiracy. I mean, doesn't it feel like life has it all planned out to make things worse for you? Knocks you right back down, so to speak. Then again, life wouldn't be as interesting and exciting without the little stumbles on the way right? I mean, live in adversity and all that -- it's how people become people, ya know. The big guy up there must be having a lot of laughs watching us struggle but I'd also like to believe He has a LOT more fun when he sees us rise above it. I mean, to look at it dead in the eye and admit to ourselves that things did happen, it's the stuff people are made out of.

Tch. Over the past week, my friends just told me "that's reality" over and over whenever I talk to them about baggage. Heck I know that, I accepted reality a long time ago (hence the bitterness) but I don't know why it's so wrong to dream, to hope or what people aptly call umasa. They say it like it's a bad thing to expect something and be disappointed -- I mean, putting faith in people is what I believe in, disappointment is just God's way of saying, no one's perfect. It's just that sometimes, I forget s'all. Spare me I'm only human.

Reality can bite my ass for all I care. I live to dream and to dream is to have faith in something possibly greater than anything life can possibly throw at us. Life is too great to forfeit it to reality's rules. So believe me, I'm going to keep living like that, keeping my spirits up amidst adversity because I will not have this chair situate itself in my life. Something WILL happen, better or worse, it's going to make my life worthwhile.