You’ve probably always thought I hated you. 

I want you to know that it’s a fair assessment of the situation. I can see how I’ve given you plenty of dots that you can connect to lay out that picture. 

But the thing is, I don’t. 

We throw around the word “hate” way too much these days in order to describe a very complex set of circumstances. 

Regardless of emotions, we stand for opposing things. 

The beliefs and experiences that have shaped me also rooted me firmly in the things that I value to a point that to remove them would mean that I no longer would be the same person. 

At our age, the same is true for you. You are just as limited in your mobility in order to stray too much away from the lifeblood of the ground you’ve sprouted from. 

We are simply ideological opposites. 

We are the Flash and the Reverse-Flash (Eobard Thawne). 

We are Batman and the Joker. 

We are Superman and Zod. 

We are Jekyll and Hyde.

We are light and dark ⏤ though I haven’t the ego anymore to make a judgment as to which one of us is on which side of that one.

The villain of one story is always the hero of another. The lines blur in life more than any creative work can ever truly capture in text or image. 

It would have to go on forever, in a cycle; and therefore, lose its beauty. 

Because it’s the fact that our time is so limited and the road of opportunity so narrow that makes anything that we get our hands on in this life meaningful. It’s what makes what we choose to be with our limited time in this world and who we are (and eventually “were”) meaningful.

And that chase for meaning is exactly what makes you and I crash into each other like a train into a stalled out truck.

Maybe in another universe, we grew up on the same side of the tracks.

Perhaps, right now, somewhere in the multiverse we’re sharing a drink at a local bar or exchanging jokes at a diner or giving each other a polite head nod as we pass each other at the movie theater. 

But here, we’re not that. We never will be.

Here, we just so happen to have to be enemies. 

But, again, it’s not really personal. 

Because the truth is — in this world —- we’re more like a saying that I heard once: 

You and I are just two monkeys in line to enter Noah’s ark while there’s already one on board. 

And buddy, it’s starting to rain.

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