it’s on my mind and i can’t shake it:
the frailty of life…
the realization that at any second—any moment—it could be taken from me or any one of us.
the feeling isn’t macabre or foreboding; but it is persistent.
perhaps it’s because my heart is so very full of love that i can’t keep it all in. among all the downs and ups and downs and downs and highs, only one thing—love—has sustained me, kept me alive, filled me with hope, granted me peace. as i look back at my life and as I look ahead—i think love will be the one thing that characterizes my existence.
(ok, that and my many hairstyles.)
more than anything, this feeling urges me to be mindful of how important—critical, really—it is to be certain that those i love know they’re loved…know they’re important to me…know that i value the place they’ve had in my life…know that I am thankful for the impressions they left on my life.
i cannot imagine being absent this physical life, having missed the chance to express these feelings. though a blog is largely impersonal, i hope each person connected to my life who reads this can infer the love i have for them.
i believe that even after the physical is gone, our spirits endure; where, I do not know. but love is the perfume of our spirits that lingers long after. like a fragrance—unique and personal, blending with the chemistry of its wearer—love triggers memories and feelings, keeping the person alive…forever. ah, yes: love never really dies. nor do those who love, who have known love, who have been loved.
i hope the love in my life will remain pleasant and potent—both in the now and as forever continues. because i love you and am thankful for you loving me.
and i wanted you to know, just in case.