What if there was a way to take all the good times, all the things that were real, all the things that made it all worth it and put them all in one moment together. To take everything, everyone, every sentiment, every word, and put them in one place so that we can all enjoy it. So that we can all remember it and cherish it. What if that was possible?
If that was possible without consequences, I'd say it might have merit, though I will say, I do not think that is a good idea at all.
Why do you say that?
Think of all those moments, think of time as a web. Each constructed line is a memory--moments; each are filled with those that you cherish, despise, and/or just experienced. If what you want is to pull them all into one moment, gather them all so that they would exist at the same time, then the foundation of the web would be strained, ripped, and perhaps even destroy the entirety of the said web in the process.
Pulling it together you say might strain the foundation? What if the foundation itself is already destroyed? What if the end of the web is already a beautiful disaster? Something that is only upheld by wishes and wants of the past? Or how about the only worth now is living vicariously through the next?
Strain it. Destroy it. That is what you are going to do, you know. Something that won't fix what you and I are lacking and yearning.
And your means of undoing it altogether to start anew is any different?
It's the idea of some of these events to never happen at all that makes it different. To have the option of preventing the web to be drawn out, to mediate how each line and each pattern sprout out... to be the one to actually move the spider's intent... well, that would have taken so much angst, pain, and despair away. You are simply thinking about pulling each line, ripping one foundation from another, forcing a pattern to fit into another. It will not work. You can't take away the fact that you were still the one that held those times. You were the one that kept the web in place. You are the reason why the web is in place. You were the one WHO FOUGHT while others gave up, got scared, or challenged you. You tried to spin the web and so many factors spat in your face. So much intentions going against you. So look at it now. Life took others. Then there's those who have all the sentiments handed to them and they shun you away because you are not like the others. You see things in blood, rage, and despair. You are not kindred spirt or benevolence.
Do you remember Charlotte's Web?
Who would forget that tale?
She spun words on a web so that Wilbur would see the winter. So that the pig would see the end of his life in a more 'natural' way. She spun the words that inspired so many.
Your point?
What if I try and spin the web so that we could all see next time?
That has to be on them to. If they are willing to acknowledge, redeem without fighting, and allow themselves to see what you are trying to do.... then perhaps next time.
Well, I suppose that is it, right? I can't do it all by myself again.
But it has to be you. Everyone else gets it wrong.
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