Colorblind

by Siera Maley

And when it did creep up in the mind of a normal person, there’d perhaps be a brief moment of existential crisis, and maybe some of the momentary panic or fear that comes with being actively self-aware of our own mortality. When would it happen? How would it happen? Would it hurt?

It was no wonder Robbie was an Atheist; the idea that something intelligent enough to design thinking, feeling, living creatures would then assign them unchangeable expiration dates was horrifying.

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.”

“She could be a serial killer. Or the bait for a serial killer.” “Then I will miss you dearly. Goodbye, Harper.”

a thin handmade bracelet encircled her wrist, repeatedly bearing, in order, the six colors of the rainbow.

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

“At least I never showed you Final Destination 3.”

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I just want to be happy. Ignoring things makes me happy. Ignorance is bliss, right?”

Did you know that one of the biggest regrets dying people have is that they let other people dictate how they lived their lives?”

I had no way of knowing what or who decided how we lived, or how long we lived, or what the consequences of our actions and decisions were. I would almost certainly never know.

Bad things were inevitable. Death was inevitable. But maybe the reverse was true: that

good things were equally inevitable. And maybe sometimes inevitability liked to take a back seat to second chances.