evolution

saw things…clearer…
once you…look in my…
rearviewmirror
- pearl jam/”rvm”

i remember…seven years ago. a boy and a girl meet. the girl knows not what she needs; the boy knows not what he sees. the girl is spreading her wings; the boy is squinting in the light after being kept in the dark all this time…

…they give it a shot. it was ill-fated, as they tend to be at these times. she flies high, she says “i’ve met the love of my life”. the boy drinks himself into a hole - the past was a brick and he was drowning slowly - it was all just too much to bear…

…but even “the love of my life” is not a sure thing. the girl is free once again, and the boy could care less. the boy has reduced himself to a mindless husk at this point. he robotically lives his days - work the week, drink the weekends - lather, rinse, repeat - hoping other people are there to save him. a baby with a different kind of bottle…

…and this time the girl says it’s for real - everyone has one true love, and this is it. she feels as though she’s found a home. the boy stumbles on, not really finding much in life to inspire him. he wonders if he’s doomed to the same nine-to-five nickel-and-dime slow death as millions of others…

…and like a bolt of lightning, the boy is hit with a revelation - “you will seek the knowledge of the ancients”. the boy is sufficiently inspired, and immediately begins his sojourn. and even “one true loves” are not sure things - the girl falls into her own black hole, slowly drifting away…

…and right there, floating in space, their paths cross once again. a tad older, not much wiser. they say to each other, “can this be?” maybe, they each think to themselves. they float on together to see what tomorrow brings…

…but not even fate is a sure thing. the boy and the girl are separated by miles in distance and light-years (i guess now) at heart, and after the hard road each has travelled, they are floating apart again…

…is this the sure thing?