There's dialogue constantly on the run through my head these days. That's normal right? No monologue, no great singular thoughts, no.
Iterations, justifications, do-overs. The worst. What do you call this? Oh that's right, heartbreak.
"Oh, I know all about you. I know what you did."
That's about when it would all start settling in, the reality of the situation.
"What'd you think? We were gonna meet and I'd give you a job? No, this is your send off, your fond farewell my friend. She said to tell you that you'll never--"
"I'm gonna cut you off right there. How old are you? Let me guess, forty-two."
"Thirty-six."
"Yikes. You ever ask yourself where all the time's gone?"
"What?"
"Rhetorical question. I'm not done." Deep breaths, lean back. You figured this would happen remember. "I'm guessing at one time or another you've thought to yourself, 'This means something!' Haven't you."
"What, like this? You bet this means--"
"No, I mean ever in your life. Something's happened that stuck out to you and you said to yourself, 'This means something.'"
He thinks back. "Yeah, so what? Everyone thinks that at one time or another."
"Probably."
"So what are you getting at?"
"It doesn't work like that."
"What?"
"You think only certain things mean something? No, that's not a reality. With something like meaning, reality will always deal in absolutes. You can believe that we're just wandering through this life by ourselves, off the wire, that nothing means anything and you wouldn't be wrong. But to say that this moment doesn't mean anything and the next one does is preposterous."
"What, you don't believe somethings happen for a reason?"
"No, I believe everything happens for a reason, and this universe is reciprocal. I think you'd probably call it karma, and you wouldn't be wrong. Karma isn't pick and choose. It's absolute, or it doesn't exist at all. That' the whole point of karma. We all get what we deserve."
