It might be ‘just’ something, it might be not what you’d hoped.
But it’s something.
And now I’ve lost that limbo.
After seventeen months, a new record.
It went just like that.
But it’s okay, there is always next year.
And even the year after that.
You can’t keep losing years like keys.
You can’t keep wasting years like these.
If you’re lost in life, hold onto this stone. It will help you find your way through the maze that is life. When it’s in your breast pocket, an arrow can be seen pointing you to the right places. It doesn’t play tricks, and all those traps you skewer yourself with will be avoided. It’s a truly magical stone.
And then I lost the stone.
… Into the early hours on a Tuesday morning.