Another Flora's Last Therapy Session

 

So…

I took myself on a date last Saturday… Yep, just myself and I. Bought some Thai to go and went to the park.

- and don’t look at me like that… I still don’t like being outside much and with a reason, but that’s for another day. Just hear me out now. The day was beautiful and I thought ‘let’s try to put into practice doc’s “why not” philosophy.’

And so there I was, with myself sitting on a bench in the middle of the park holding Thai food in one hand and a Cappuccino in the other (no judgments allowed) and with the rest of the population of this town. Apparently the whole town decided to go to the park on Saturday at the same time. Beauty. 

I made an effort though and stayed put. I tried to enjoy my food but it just wasn't working. There was a sea of people around, you could smell pot all over the place, hear kids shouting and a zumba class  - my goodness! A freaking zumba class in the middle of the park on a saturday afternoon? - And I forgot my headphones.  

But “why not”, right? I finished my Thai and was now on my Cappuccino (hold your judgements to yourself) and I started to pay attention to people around me.

It was actually very fortunate that I forgot my headphones. Ten feet away from me were these two young gals, mid twenties I’d say, talking like they were alone in their house. Completely ignorants to the fact the whole town was around them. I was quite blown away to be honest. 

At first, I just acknowledged the fact they were giving us this theatrical experience in the middle of the park but then I couldn’t avoid myself so I leant in a little more and tried to hear what they were so passionately talking about. 

It was more like a monologue you know, one of them just was actively listening. The girl talking didn’t seem ok, she was expressing herself with regret and uncertainty - I mean, what do I know? I was just playing to be a psychic, I might’ve been seeing what I wanted to see - but it doesn’t really matter cause her friend’s response was beautiful.

She went like:

- You’ll survive. Your heart will hurt for a while but that’s necessary, it's a reminder that you are alive. It means you are human. And hey, one day you‘ll be 30 years old looking back in time and you’re gonna laugh at the suffering of today.  

 

And then the crying gal said:

- But what if he’s the one and I’m losing him because of what I’m doing? 

Her friend waited till she found the crying eyes of the heartbroken gal and with such tenderness and wisdom replied back:

- Then you’ll be 30 years old and you’ll be laughing too. Next to him.  

 

Damn girl. You even put me at ease.
Life will take care of it, whatever it means to you. Whatever happens next, it is what’s supposed to happen. Life it’s taking care of us right now… If we only make space for it and trust. 

I smiled and left.