Forever is Right Now

Robert Williams/Hubble Deep Field Team

(This post was inspired by dearest Taurean friend, as we were stumbling, drunkenly, along the aisles of Metro Market)

After weeks of criss-crossing across Western Europe in desperate attempt to prove to herself that she was still 'in-the-game', she could still actually date, and date men she actually likes, the eccentric morbid queen was once again back to Cairo, the city of sand and dust.
Forced to go back to no-man's-land and in our little Manhattan, intoxicated by a little too many Jack Daniel's the eccentric morbid queen, had a drunken epiphany.
Not that she was a supporter of altering one's consciousness by the aid  of external substances, that being alcohol or otherwise, but by shifting her system of mental filtering, the eccentric morbid queen finally realized something that constantly escaped her.

This post, was intially going to be called 'Under a Dutch Sky: Revisited', after having to go back to Amsterdam and spending yet more time under the exquisite Dutch sky, there was a lot that was seen in a different light, and at the risk of being too sentimental and too taken by the Dutch sky, the reality check Cairo offered was the best antidiote to this unnecessary sensationalization.

What if all those perfect moments envisioned and imagined of what a perfect date should be, and a perfect man and a perfect place and the perfect relationship and what we expect it to be and want it to be, across time and space, is right now?

What if we can't project into the future anymore and what could actually happen and will happen has no relaiton whatsoever to our desires and how and when we want them to be fulfilled?

What if the perfect man comes with the imperfect house, with the imperfect job, with the imperfect circumstances at the imperfect timing?

What if the imperfect man, comes with the perfect house, with the perfect job, with the perfect circumstances at the perfect timing?

And the permutations and combinations could go on for some time.


What if no one in this land of sand and dust, and illusions shattered, and illusions created anew, ever declare his undying affection for the eccentric morbid queen?

What if she is doomed to those fleeting encounters on rainy nights nights, in strange cities, so far away from home?

What if those moments are all there is?
For now.

What if forever was right now?