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Chasing Butterflies

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They sat together sharing homemade Sangria in the park, careful to hide their cups from the passing officers on bike. It had been quite some time since they had last seen or spoken, but as each of them stole glances between sips it was obvious that no amount of time could ever kill what they had shared. Even more apparent was that they could also never go back.

After a moment of reflection he looked at her with a deep sense of conviction,

“I loved you. You know that, right?”

She smiled an empathetic, almost therapeutic smile that could have calmed even the most irate child,

“Loved?” Her smile had turned to a teasing smirk.

“You know what I mean! I offered you the sky for Chrissakes!”

“Yes. You did. But my darling boy, you know that blue has never been my colour.”

He wasn’t sure why, but he accepted, understood and even appreciated her vapid response. Just then a young mother called out to her little girl who had chased a butterfly too far from their spot in the shade. It was in this moment that they had both realized the Sangria was nearly done.

With a dreading sense of impending finality, he took her by the hand,

“I don’t think any man can or will ever love you like I do,” and to this sentiment she wholeheartedly agreed.

“You are right. No man ever will. Some men may love me better. Some may love me worse. But no man can love me with a heart that isn’t his. Our time has come and gone but it will never be forgotten. I wish the best for you as I hope you wish the best for me.”

“You know that I do,” he said with a whimper.

“Then, sweet boy, let me go.”

She stood up, leaned over and kissed the top of his head, gathered her things and walked away. He remained seated. He looked to his left and saw the young girl from earlier with her mother. He couldn’t make out what she was saying to her, but the girl hung her head, picked up a mason jar from the picnic table, removed the lid and set the butterfly she had caught free.

He watched it fly off into the trees and it was then that he felt whole for the first time in months.

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May 24, 2012 at 12:21 PM

Is this thing on?

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A professor of mine once wrote (and I shit you not), “Josiah, you have the gift, please don’t ever stop writing.” It was easily the highest compliment I have ever been paid in my life. Because of that, I feel as though I have let her down. I haven’t stopped writing per se, but I certainly haven’t written anything on a regular basis. I most definitely have not written a single noteworthy thing since my days at WLU. I’ve tried to believe my own hype, but I just don’t consider myself all that interesting or entertaining.

Perhaps I will be a cautionary tale of wasted potential. Everyone needs a thing. That could be mine.

“Josiah? Yeah, he could have been great but he never even tried to be mediocre. Oh well. Not everyone is born to be someone.”

Better yet, maybe my thing could be getting famous by writing about how little I write. I could be the Terrence Malick of the blogosphere. I’ll trick everyone into believing there is some deep, hidden message in every second word only to reveal a confusing, sordid story of misadventure revolving around waiting in line at Tim Horton’s.

Meh. That seems like too much effort. I’d really have to make my one blog every eight years count, and I mean, who has the time?

I do? Yeah. You’re right.

How about this, my thing can be the one person in the world without a thing. Although I suppose going around saying I don’t have a thing might make me even less popular with the ladies. I promise, I have a great thing! Where are you going?! Come back!

I’ve lost my train of thought. I think my professor might have over-valued my ability to write. She did once also comment on my paper, “Josiah, you’ve said absolutely nothing of substance, albeit beautifully. Next time please try putting some work into the research portion of your assignments.”

I never did. Work is REALLY hard you guys!

Why are you still reading this? You must be bored out of your mind. That, or you are secretly in love with me. It’s cool. I’m in love with you too.

I will leave you with this, “there’s only one rule that I know of, babies – God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”

– josiah

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May 12, 2012 at 1:20 PM