Colorblind

by Siera Maley

It’d be nice to have some evidence that we control our own destinies, I think.

Life would go on with or without Chloe Stephens, after all. It waited for no one. It never had.

“Harper, people are not milk cartons,” Dad sighed out. “You don’t pick and choose the ones you think will last the longest without going sour. If it feels right, you just go with it until it doesn’t feel right anymore. And sometimes when something goes wrong, it hurts. That doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it in the first place.”

“I watched a lot of Spongebob Squarepants as a kid. Must be why I have this strange urge to live in a pineapple under the sea.”

Have you ever considered the fact that maybe the goal of life isn’t to get through it as painlessly as possible?”

Life isn’t about the pain. It’s about the good parts.

“That’s quite the accomplishment given that I’m pretty boring,” I told her. She sat up with a scoff. “No, you’re not. I refuse to have a boring best friend.”