Have you ever tried waiting for the end credits of a movie roll down?
The one at the end where names, after names, after names scroll up and an instrumental sound track gives company. Sometimes it is a catchy item number. Depending on the type of movie you’re watching.
Involuntarily, I have. Especially when watching one at home. Unlike the theatres, the rush to head out is ALWAYS high.
A lot depends on how the movie ended, did it leave with giving an answer to something? Or asked a question?
Answers, ease you. Questions linger. At least till the credits roll down.
Questions uncover Questions, like how an old wound when teased becomes fresh. Hurting.
But maybe you wanted to feel this. You allowed for it to happen. The asking of this question. A failed attempt to get answer. There was never an answer here. Even if there was, that answer isn’t the solution. It’s just an answer.
Blame all you want. On them, on you. The answers won’t bring a stop unless it’s the correct one. But who’s to tell? You’re the judge of your own shackles. Lock it up or let it go.
A silence brings to halt the reverie. A long list of ‘What to watch next’ emboss the screen. Choices, like always. Hard to pick.
Next, next, next. Click.