A revaluation occurred just the night before an answer that I could not see an answer that I could not bore.
It all started with the simple number 8 at first it did not seem significant at first it did not seem to translate.
Gradually and gradually It began to haunt my life and I began to wonder about it and it provoked me like a knife.
I watched many flicks and went to the gym I did everything I could I did everything on a whim.
Just to forget the blinding and boundless pain that you have brought upon me that you sought to make me drain.
One movie stood out and it eased my depression. I then continued on with my days I then continued with my aggression.
That movie had a scene about seeing the solution out of a problem Could you be the problem I've faced? Could I live with out them?
Again I thought nothing of it and week after week went the number 8 persisted the number 8 made me vent.
So then, So then On a drive, in the night to the city, with my best music playing to my minds sight. The answer hit me right when recalling the movie Patch Adams. How Arthur Mendelson tought Patch about seeing the good in every day. How to get out of the depth of drought Out of fear, conformity or laziness. and then I thought:
Annie was my problem I've sought out for a solution but I was too focused on the problem and could not look beyond.
In Patch Adams the answer was 8 To see what nobody else sees To see what everybody chooses NOT to see. See the world anew each day.
That's when it hit me like a punch to the gut. The combination of "Big Fish" finale music, "Patch Adams", Annie, 8, I worked it out in my brain. Was no longer driving me insane.
That this divine message of constantly seeing number 8, was not a lucky number, norΒ Β a date. Nor a month, or a time frame. Just a reminder to not be lame.
If I died tomorrow what would I leave behind? Cannot be this willowing self-pity. What would people say of me? That my last few months were ******?
So whether it was God, Allah, or a cosmic sign Annie is the problem, and my solution I must see past. The 8 was telling me to move on, no more should I whine. I should no longer look to the past.
Infinitely this sign fed itself and made complete utter sense. I am strong, and full of love. None of which to you I give. No more, No more.