(Save) The Last Dance

Yesterday at 5:32 pm: Negotiating safe passage for my crew. We'll rendezvous at the bar around two.

Nobody said leaving was easy right? So many times when we're trying to get out of a sticky situation, the first instinct is to kid-glove it, to say the right things, to soft-pedal a reason, any reason. While that occasionally works, reasons that don't have the ring of truth too often sound hollow and unauthentic. Plus, when people ask you to give the real reason, they aren't generally asking for the (whole) truth. They're really looking for a reason that satisfies them. "Okay, that makes sense. Sounds logical. I understand."

It's much easier to give a reason when you present it as just your decision, independent of any outside forces. But that's never the truth is it? The classic line is, of course, "It's not me, it's you." Problem is, it's always me plus you plus us plus whatever but it doesn't always help to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth right?

There's no happy divorces, just the happily divorced.

I always have a problem leaving though. To me, the past is always golden and there's perpetually the promise of another rainbow over the horizon. I'm learning though, that some things just aren't meant to be. As we get older and as time ticks that much faster off the clock, we learn that it's far worse to slowly waste away than to just cut the cancer out with one burning swipe.

Anyway, it's typically better to leave a bit early as opposed to too late. Last one out turns off the lights... There's a certain time allotted for everything and when that time is over and done with, it's time to pack up and move on. Isn't it?

"When the beating of your heart
Echos the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!"
-Do You Hear the People Sing, Les Mis-