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Invincible

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In our life's we have invincible people. People who have always, in some sort of way, been there. And there is no way that they will never not be there, somewhere. 

They are invincible. 

They have a bubble of protection around them at all times and nothing will pop it. I don't believe I'm silly in thinking that. We get so used to each other how could anything change? Especially when that's how it's always been. 

But then life happens, for some reason it doesn't like to be consistent, it doesn't like to be content. It thrives off the waves it causes to people, I guess to keep us on our toes. Make us appreciate what we have. But it seems that in a lot of cases to make us appreciate what we have, something bad has to happen. Something that smacks us so hard in the face we remain dizzy for a little while. 
Why? Why must it do that? Why must it make our invincible people no longer invincible? 

I guess people seem invincible because we have no reason to think otherwise until it becomes apparent that it's not the case. Why would we want to remind ourselves of the nature of life? Why upset ourselves? I don't like life when it makes us think about it. I wish for life to see the good in our invincible people and for it to never let anything bad happen. Ever.

My family are my invincible people. From a young age I learnt that it's not possible to be a superhero, we don't have skin that heals itself, we don't have hearts that beat forever. I don't want a heart to beat forever if I'm honest, I just don't want the hurt of the loss of someone close. Selfish but true. For some reason growing up I believed it would be easier to be the one to be gone before those I never wanted to leave. Thinking now, those people I never wanted to leave would see me as their invincible person, surely? Because it's love. No one wants the hurt that love can cause. So they would never want to see me go. I know that's a depressing thought but I can't help what I think.

We're lucky to have our invincible people in our lives. We're lucky for the time we had, and we're lucky to be having the time right now. Because they are beautiful people.

I think what I'm trying to articulate here but failing at is we have people we love deeply, people who are always in your heart but no matter how much you care for them it's only until something sad happens you realise just how much they mean. And how this bubble we are in that's called life seems to plan a very tough road for us to drive. But involves a beautiful scenery.



Much love
B xx

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