Absolutely Speaking

“I am done.”

“We are through, forever.”

“My biological father made his choice to not be a part of my life.  I don’t care about him anymore.”

“I’ll never be like that again.”

Oh, humans, and their funny words.  Spoken into the ether, into the universe, into eternity. 

The ether, the universe, and eternity all laugh back.

When it comes to relationships, nothing is so certain as uncertainty.  In fact, what becomes unusual is when someone actually fulfills, to the letter, what they say.

Because:

You probably aren’t done.  You might be momentarily frustrated, furious, hurt, or something else, but when you calm down, you’ll likely be back in (sometimes illogically or even incredibly) for another round.

Forever is so long your puny and time-bound consciousness can’t even adequately conceive it.  But it seems to make you feel better to thunder about finality, although disinterested observers probably only think it makes you look silly.

Of course you care about your father.  No matter how bad or absent he has been, he’s your father.   You would forgive him a thousand times for a chance at acceptance, at connection, at love.

Those who issue guarantees about the future spit in the wind, and often set themselves up to be liars. But we seem to have a desire for ourselves of the fortitude of futuristic pronouncements, and so the solitary, biological, limited-senses, mortal unit presumes to pronounce what he or she cannot even see, let alone have certainty of power to determine!

Ever get the feeling that otherworldly beings might somewhere be chuckling endlessly at us? :)