I always wanted to learn how to play the piano. And sure, maybe you’ll say something like it’s not too late, and I’ll make up some excuse and we’ll both have to think about the little truth we’ve either admitted or heard.
And maybe we’ll be quiet for a minute.
Then you’ll ask if I’ve seen the latest episode of some TV show, and whatever just happened will be forgotten. Or dismissed, rather. Buried in banter or offers of another cup of coffee. But lodged somewhere inside and ignored.
Maybe that’s what life is all about, learning to look away.