how falling can be good

oh hoho life is unpredictable.

Yesterday started just like any other day. I slept in, wanted to get all the sleep I could. And then I left a family friends place to teach. (oh yeah, I teach now, I’m an english tutor )
This family friend has a dog, a beautiful black dog named Luna. I have very poor knowledge about dogs, so I can’t tell you what kind she is. She’s really friendly, seemed to like me, so I didn’t think I’d have a problem with her.

As I walked towards the gate, Luna followed me, excited, I think she got the wrong idea and thought I was going to take her on a walk.  I tried to get through the gate, without letting Luna get out, the house was empty, so it would be my fault if she gets out. Try as I may, Luna still managed to escape and run.

I ran after her as fast as my very out-of-shape body would allow, I grabbed her collar and tried to steer her back towards the house. I failed. She ran, pulled me along until I fell flat on my face. At first I didn’t feel any pain, I stood up, my eyes scanned the area rapidly to see where Luna had run, and then I saw the blood. I had broken one of my teeth, not to manage my chin was bleeding.  I checked the rest of my body, the damage was minor, it could have been a lot worse, but when I looked into a car window to see my reflection… I cringed.

I was missing one of my front teeth, one of my perfect front teeth.. one of the very few things I actually liked about myself. In the end it all worked out though, I visited the dentist here in hungary for the first time, not as scary as I imagined… well the thought of living the rest of my life looking like this was a lot more terrifying than a dentist visit. It is fixable, and I’m constantly being reminded by people that it could have been a lot worse. (can somebody explain how that is supposed to make me feel any better?)

Whats the point of this? Here I am being abnormally thoughtful. I always thought that I could predict how my day’s going to turn out. Not just my day, my life. I’m trapped in this routine life, in fact I’ve made myself prisoner. I’ve given up the idea that anything different could happen to me…and even though this wasn’t a pleasant experience at all, it’s given me hope that the exciting unpredictability of life isn’t dead.

sometimes it takes falling flat on your face to wake you up from the zombie-stupor of everyday boring nothingness.