Seventy Fourth

Yes, my friend.
Yes I do realize that it isn't fair.
And I know that perhaps, though I doubt any of us have any real say in the matter that is fate or connection or love, perhaps I do indeed deserve more. Perhaps all this karma I claim I need, and deserve, and have theoreotically saved up for this one moment, is settled elsewhere. Perhaps I am indeed wrong. It wouldn't be the first time, no. And really I have no right, no real heightened right to be righter, here, than I ever was. It is entirely possible that I am blinded, just as blind as you think it, just as silly, just as wide-eyed. But I don't think I am. And really that is all that ultimately matters, isn't it. Isn't it.
I know it's quite possibly wrong. I know I might deserve more. I know it might be less, at this moment, than anything I've wanted, anything you believe I deserve.
But trust, as I do. Trust, I suppose, in the impossible possibility that maybe miracles are not miracles, but events and the very karma you claim I deserve, just happen. It happens. It all happens, all of it, and everything.
Life happens.
Trust that it will happen to me, too.