Just a bet

I haven‘t been moving much since we came back home in Berlin. It was almost two months away for my partner, two weeks only for myself. In between there were worlds of possibilities being forged, chased, lost. We are now both exhausted, not very pleased with the idea of having invested so much (almost all we could have) for probably achieving so little - the story of our lives together reaching for alternative social constellations. This was the pessimistic version. A more solar statement of events would be: we went as far as we could, and we did find a possibility to rewrite what little time and resources to create actual life are still left on this planet of ours. A single one for now. Yesterday we laid our cards on the table, opening ourselves to a possible heartbreak once more. That is to say eventually losing faith. But what is faith if not the capacity of renewing the belief in our own craft over and over again?