"Sam was drawn to sad things. Always was, his little masochistic, rain, crying, and sad people loving Sammy. Dean knew one day in Heaven his little brother would be surrounded by everything he'd lost, instead of imagining a place in Hawaii with cool breeze and awesome booze, or whatever it was that made Sam truly happy."
This one hit me pretty hard. I can't even tell you why. But I guess it's because I relate. There's a beauty in sadness that resonates so much easier with me than the beauty in joy. And I know that isn't a good thing. It just reminds me of a moment back in high school. I was offered a choice. Blue pill Red pill. And I didn't choose. Except not making a decision almost always is a choice. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I had made a different one. Where I would be. We don't often get true defined forks in the road. There's usually multiple options, so many different paths to take, it's hard when we get two clearly defined choices. This was one. And I took a wrong turn.
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