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There is No Forever, Ever.
On how fear limits us to hang on to what we know
In a recent article by Kris Gage she writes:
Why are we all so hung up on “forever?” Why does “forever” mean more to us, happy or otherwise, than “happy for as long as it lasts” might mean?
While her piece had more to do with relationships, it got me thinking.
Yesterday, during a Broncos game, I learned that superb athlete Andrew Luck called it quits.
No forever for Colts fans. And boy, where they pissed.
If you and I march to the altar and make all manner of promises to our loves about how “you’ll never cry another tear,” boy, are they gonna be pissed.
When you move to a new town, like my buddy Theresa did to Gig Harbor, and found Paradise, boy are you gonna be pissed when the neighbors sell out and a developer clear cuts all the trees that made your spot a Paradise.
If your team wins the Super Bowl, you want that title to last forever. Well, it does, until next year. Then you likely lose, unless you’re the Patriots, but that’s another story altogether. You’re gonna be pissed when players leave and your team tumbles to barely make the playoffs.
There is no forever.