The Second Coming

What's a second chance…

Second chance is absolution.
Second chance is solace.
Second chance is euphoria.
Second chance is optimism.

Second chance is treading over broken mirrors…it’s mighty scary.

Getting a second chance is like being cautious not to spill your red port wine over your extravagant Versace cocktail dress.
Getting a second chance is like taking small bites of your piping hot truffle pudding and savouring each morsel; it’s not the messy hogging you did with your wobbly jelly. You don’t want to get burnt again.
Getting a second chance is not the smooth cruise ride into sunset, it’s a ride in the hot air gas balloon or a bungee jump for the more adventurous souls. You have to double check your safety net.
Getting a second chance is not like rushing in and chasing around like Don Juan. It requires you to be patient, you need to keep editing and re-editing the past.
Getting a second chance, is like trying to find that song that fits your frame of mind, but nothing seems to fit square.
Getting a second chance is like heading to the hills, when you really want to be by a beach, but hills are cool too.
Getting a second chance is like holding hands again, only you’re not sure that whether it ought to be his hand over yours, or your hand over his, or holding it gently or tightly.

Getting a second chance to start over with an estranged, unrequited past is like weeding out the unwanted jeeper creepers in your rose garden. You are careful with tendering the plant, you hope for it to bloom the way you desired, but you’re still skeptical until you see it grow...until you reach there. There is potpourri of relief and uncertainty. You sip from a cup of hope and anxiety.

What’s ironic is that you know you waited for the second chance to happen. When it happens; it happens it happens unexpectedly and you don’t know how to feel. Your answers become your questions. It’s a catch “head over feet” situation

Do second chances come with a buried baggage? They can’t be baggage–free coz there’s already been a first. So do you start over or do you pick the pieces from where you left it abandoned? If you start over, are you too cautious about not letting it fall-through?

It’s a trade-off with your pregnant ego, while your trust remains a little skeptical. But then everything is a trade off in some variant terms. The closest I got to figuring out ‘a second chance’ is that getting a second chance is not about preparing an exquisite, exotic recipe; it’s about keeping it simple…and mabbe a little garnishing. You can never be certain about how much garnishing...