April 2, 2015

Sure Thing




Some nights I lay awake with my head on the pillow and wonder what could have been. We always think what could have been is better than what we have now but we can’t know that for sure. There is no sure thing. Sure things are for fools. I was at the casino the other night and red had come up nine times in a row on the roulette wheel. I watched a man bet one thousand dollars on black. He evidently felt it just had to come up black this time. Once again, it came up red. He sighed and covered his face with his hands. The sure thing was not to be found. One step leads to another. One journey is made up of many steps; good ones and missteps. No one has the perfect map. Landmines abound. We just never know. We just never know.

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