I’m having quite the argument with myself, stuck between a rock and a hard place if you will. I either have a ghost in my house or asleep me is playing tricks on awake me. Neither of those options I’m completely comfortable with. Let me start off by saying that the house I live in was built in 1911 so the ghost concept isn’t completely out of the question. Last night, I was completely alone in the basement for the first time since moving in (the other basement dweller roommate just moved out). My boyfriend wanted to rent Paranormal Activity 3 (of course it had to be that movie) to watch last weekend and we didn’t get the chance so the DVD has just been hanging out in my room. For whatever reason, I set it on my bed and almost fell asleep with it on the pillow next to my pillow. That’s just too close for comfort, especially while sleeping. I freaked out and threw the DVD on the floor across the room.
I woke up this morning to my Kindle lying open, powered on next to me (it was originally on a shelf above my bed turned off) AND the Paranormal Activity DVD had SOMEHOW MADE ITS WAY BACK TO MY BED. WHAT?!?! I’m not even close to joking. If that wasn’t the most terrifying thing to wake up to, I don’t know what is. So. The question remains. Is asleep me playing mean tricks on awake me? If that’s the case, I’m ruthless. Or is there a ghost in my house? To be honest, I’m not sure I want to know the answer.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
May the winds always, always be on your back and the sun upon your face and may the winds of destiny carry you off to dance with the stars