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Image: Oil on Panel by Oskar Fischinger 1949
Maybe Adam was afraid of perfection. Maybe Eve could sense it and she set him free. Maybe they didn’t want to live in a world with one expectation, but rather in one with too many.
Maybe we don’t know how many stars there are in the universe because if we did then we’d know that every however-so-many seconds a new star is born and if that is true then it would mean that every however-so-many seconds an old star flies across the sky to ultimately live in a world made up for them where they could be happy.
Maybe we don’t go anywhere when we die. Maybe we just lay there in the ground. Or maybe there is a so-called heaven and it’s filled with a bunch of dead people and we’d just be happy living with a bunch of dead people.
Maybe music is supposed to be a message sent here to us from the past by someone from the future. A message to warn us about things that have already happened because we were too busy hearing the melody to listen to the words.
Maybe time travel does exist and maybe I’m from the future. Maybe I’m just two minutes ahead of you and the reason I’m smiling is because I’ve seen you hear me say it and I’ve seen you try to hide your amusement. And it makes me glad because I know a part of you believes me. The part of you that believes in magic and destiny. The romantic in you believes that maybe, just maybe I am a time traveler. Maybe I know it has already ended.
It ended two minutes ago and that’s why I’ve been trying so hard to change it. I’ve turned psychotic in my efforts. It’s been ending for a while now. I’ve given it all I have. I tried to save us but in two minutes I’m going to die. I hope that if I stop trying to save us now I’ll be able to save myself.
But if I go and we don’t get to say goodbye, I hope you’ll still believe. Maybe I’ll come back to you from the past and steal your heart again. Maybe we could learn from this. Maybe we could learn that maybe Eve was a time traveler from the future and knew that if she didn’t do what she did then you and I couldn’t have been.
Maybe we could learn that wishes on stars do come true but only when we least expect them to. And when we least expect them is when we have already given up. Let us not give up but in the same breath, let us stop expecting.
Maybe then will all our star wishes come true.