182 Days Of Beautiful Disasters

Day 18 ; Chances

The concept of dreams is a bit absurd , how does your brain give you the ability to feel something that still hasn't happened and make it look as realistic as possible without even trying . it is like your subconscious leaks a little bit of imagination and hope and turn it into an image in your head , enhancing and amplifying it .

But what allows us to dream ? what gave us the right to even dream of what we imagine ? , the answer is Chance . chances give us the audacity to dream of the things we want and hope for even if they're impossible to have , but if you have a 'chance' , wouldn't the impossible actually be possible ?

Chances come in many forms , some chances are options that would make you a better person ; but I've never seen a chance that makes a person worse , a chance always gives the person the opportunity to grow and change , so it always make us a better people at the end of the day , with more experience and lessons to consider.

And I'm a sucker for chances .

The sun was angry today . as if it made a vow to burn every living creature alive , it was about 44 degrees Celsius and everything and everyone is swimming in its own puddle of sweat . except for Mia ,who loved summer , and I could tell why .

The sun rays hug that girl's skin tone , complimenting every inch , as if she was protected by mother nature herself . she just sat there next to the swings , staring at the clouds , oblivious of her beauty . she was just embracing the nature and it was embracing her back.

I was thinking about the call me and Oliver had last night after I went back home , he was crying . it was like nothing I've ever heard before , his voice was barely composed , a screeching breathless tone , as he repeatedly said "I don't know what to do" as if he was asking me to take the decision for him.

He was complaining about Ramona , again.

I could hear Mia calling me through the crowd of my thoughts , she simply asked , almost sure , "Oliver?" . I nodded , still looking down on the wet grass , pulling it out . "He asked me , if he should break up with her" . Mia was more attentive now , almost shook, her eyes , widening , she raised an eyebrow , "excuse me ? . what is he even..." , I interrupted quickly "I know it's not my choice to make , but I would love to have him more than anything else , but I wouldn't do that to Ramona , ever , you know me" , tears started welling up in my eyes , and I could tell that Mia wanted to kill him , yet she maintained her calm and said "Nance listen to me , you finally got a chance to get what you want , but chances are better when you wait on them , wait on this don't make a decision now , let him make this decision , for you , for the both of you"

And this was probably the best and worse advice ever given simultaneously .

His chances were:

He could pick her over me .

He could pick me over her .

He could pick none ,

He could pick us both .

My chances were :

Either him or no one else .

Here's the thing about chances , they're never fairly equal for both sides and usually , the wrong person, gets more chances to fuck up .