Predictable, yet inevatible.

i feel myself slipping into a mellow, almost daydream state of mind as i wonder how this could have happened. How could i have really ended up where i am now? This isn't possible--this can't really be my life, my existence. The good just keeps getting better, and the not so good is constantly demanding my attention. Everything seems to be too much like a movie, or a dream, or a nightmare:

Predictable, yet inevitable.

The thing is, there are two ways to watch a movie--the first is in the theatre, where you have no control over the playing of the film. The second is in the comfort of your own home, where you can press play to begin, pause when you want a break, rewind when you think you missed something or if you want to relive an amazing moment in the story, and fastforward through the parts that are boring or hard to stomach. Life is the former of the two movie watching experiences: we can't press pause, or fastforward, or rewind. The plot thickens, and i haven't any choice but to hold my breath in the suspense, grip the arm of my chair, and wait for the not-so-shocking conclusion that everyone has seen coming all along.

So here i sit. Waiting. Hoping for a slam dunk happily-ever-after fairytale ending, but never expecting it too much.