I laughed at old people who know none of romance, none of fantasy, none of adventures and dreams.
Until I grow to be one of them, and struggle so hard not to forget the time when I laughed at them.
2.
Life is a one way track. When fights are resolved, wounds healed, passion re-ignited, and friends united, nothing goes back to the exact past state. Things and people move on to the better, worse or different. You see the past through them, but only relics of it remain.
3.
I once picked friends by favor, made efforts to see those I liked every day, and thought this could last for a lifetime.
Then I pick friends by proximity, smile to people close by, company them and have them as company. We chatter and chatter for days at a time, not understanding one another, not being understood, and not needing to.
Then most of them drift away, while some remain the anchor of my life. They are rocks that have been dulled out their original angles and colors, beautifully existing for their time value alone. We see each other once or twice a year, or maybe not at all.
When even that is gone, I make friends with heart.
4.
Relationships are like a clear sheet of paper. You start from pure and simple with a zillion possibilities. Then you doodle on it, color it, or fold it into things. Sometimes things go right; the picture looks so good that you want to freeze it right there right then -- we all know it would change. Sometimes it gets so messed up that you'd rather crumple it, throw it away and grab a new sheet.
But there are relationships that you can never crumple and discard, like birth family, and the family you give birth to. Or others that you've crumbled, that you want to spread and flatten out again. Then you see those heart-breaking creases and wrinkles and torn chunks, and wish you didn't do what you did.
The rational advice to give is that you never crumple it in the first place.
The reality is that we are human, so the statement above is bullshit.
5.
Love is an acquired taste, which takes a prepared mind to maintain. We all want to believe it's whimsical art, but it's really, simply, hard-core science. It's beautifully rational, and rationally beautiful. Kiddo, just take my word for it.
Until I grow to be one of them, and struggle so hard not to forget the time when I laughed at them.
2.
Life is a one way track. When fights are resolved, wounds healed, passion re-ignited, and friends united, nothing goes back to the exact past state. Things and people move on to the better, worse or different. You see the past through them, but only relics of it remain.
3.
I once picked friends by favor, made efforts to see those I liked every day, and thought this could last for a lifetime.
Then I pick friends by proximity, smile to people close by, company them and have them as company. We chatter and chatter for days at a time, not understanding one another, not being understood, and not needing to.
Then most of them drift away, while some remain the anchor of my life. They are rocks that have been dulled out their original angles and colors, beautifully existing for their time value alone. We see each other once or twice a year, or maybe not at all.
When even that is gone, I make friends with heart.
4.
Relationships are like a clear sheet of paper. You start from pure and simple with a zillion possibilities. Then you doodle on it, color it, or fold it into things. Sometimes things go right; the picture looks so good that you want to freeze it right there right then -- we all know it would change. Sometimes it gets so messed up that you'd rather crumple it, throw it away and grab a new sheet.
But there are relationships that you can never crumple and discard, like birth family, and the family you give birth to. Or others that you've crumbled, that you want to spread and flatten out again. Then you see those heart-breaking creases and wrinkles and torn chunks, and wish you didn't do what you did.
The rational advice to give is that you never crumple it in the first place.
The reality is that we are human, so the statement above is bullshit.
5.
Love is an acquired taste, which takes a prepared mind to maintain. We all want to believe it's whimsical art, but it's really, simply, hard-core science. It's beautifully rational, and rationally beautiful. Kiddo, just take my word for it.
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