shared

for what it's worth, another timeless explanation of sorts, i suppose... whether it is (or feels like) bliss or a nightmare, peace or conflict, tranquility or stress, a shared life is not owned or controlled by either one of the people sharing the life... a shared life is written and lived together, even for those estranged... as long as the lives are shared through blood or sweat or tears, there is no true mine, there is only ours, multiple pronouns, especially if the lives share a living space... hence, in case you have not figured it out by now, the title of this blog... we write it together, alone... we write it from our own perspectives, from our own memories, we call it the life i loosely call mine... perhaps someday we will write the life we loosely call ours... even then, life cannot be possessed, only lived until it ends... from the beginnings beginnings?... of course... shared means more than one perspective, remember?), the best we can do is do the best we can do... so we do... here and there, him and her, we, alone together, shared...