Forgotten Love Letters
We read a letter maybe once or twice. And then we oftentimes let it fill up our inbox, toss it the trash, or save it in a secret forgotten location. At the time the words are so powerful, but with time if they are not revisited they are often forgotten. Take an hour out of a day and sift through old cards from best friends, love letters, or notes from mom. And you may find words or insight like this to inspire you. And don’t forget to return the favor.
I read the headline and I could hear your beautiful singing voice in my head and I smiled. I love your writing. It’s personal and moving. It’s so vivid yet concise.
What a wonderful surprise your lovely email was. I am very happy that you are feeling so much better about yourself–you ought to because you are such a beautiful person. People who do not heed,”Life begins at the end of your comfort zone”, wind up being haunted by the famous two line poem:
For of all sad words of tongue or pen
The saddest are these, ‘it might have been’
seriously, i do. you’re writing is such a gift. i agree 100% with everything, but to see it so beautifully and eloquently written makes it that much more powerful. i’ve cried a few times reading it.
Good things come to those who wait – Just one of the many mantras I hold close to my heart and truly believe.
Just like you said in your most recent article: “Because it seems that when you are halfway through a good thing that is the time when you realize that it is almost over. In that moment you wish you could be back at the beginning. When it is your last time you wish it were your first.” When fun vacations, summers or special times with special people end, I like to think of it like were on borrowed time. I think to myself: We already have had so much fun, we can’t be worried about it ending because who would have ever believed the crazy fun we had while it was happening. Lets be thankful for the time we had. This helped me leaving college, leaving Florence and its going to help when you leave.
life requires minor adjustments, constantly. As soon as you stop learning and adjusting your life accordingly, you’re no longer growing.
Celebrating life and friendship are oftentime the underlying theme, but each recreation isn’t about the result. Its not about scoring the girl, shooting consistent pars, thwackin the top of the wave so hard that you spray china, or catching a fish. Its about enjoying the present moment. The moment of relative nothingness. Because when your satisfied with that moment of silence, that moment of “boredom” (as people often refer to it as), you have connected spirtitually with the environment and reconnected with yourself.
It is my hope that we find it in ourselves when the pace is quickened and the mind is blocked by our schedules, dreams, stress, work- to be able to laugh at two little old ladies walking down the street or walk into a random coffee shop and let new energy of someone else’s life pick you up again. All it takes is a step away from the usual, a stroll down an unknown alley, and a hello to someone you’d never talk to- to find yourself at peace with life as it is- a moment at each minute, but each minute is too precious to let the clock tick till there are no more.
“Life is made of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement….”