The Spot

Mmmm... allow me to share a revelation with you.
It just happens.
That’s it. Apply it to any situation.
You’re born. You die. You love. You lose. You win. You leave. You come back. You find your purpose. You miss your identity.
Your mate kills himself. Your sister’s life is saved. Your best friends cheat on you.. with each other. Your best friends come out.. with each other.
Before this gets too heavy, I’m actually making a positive point.
Suddenly.. it stops hurting. And you do it all over again. It just happens! No matter how you plan, or analyze, hope or despair, it’s here one day and gone the next.
Suddenly.. I like men again. I mean, out of *nowhere*. I had nothing to do with this.. and I think I like it that way. My mind continues to surprise me. People continue to surprise me. Life continues to surprise me.
It was a good spring break.. but I have no idea why. Now that it’s over, everything has changed.
10 points to whoever can name the movie that quotes this poem :)

[He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.]

And yet... WH Auden loved again. I think that’s my point.
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