The sun sets on another day...
I was sitting for a few minutes tonight watching television and an old movie came on. It was not the best movie in the world, nor the worst but it quickly reminded me of why I like one of my favorite quotes.
In it a character asked "Will you love me for the rest of my life" fully knowing they would die soon, and the answer came back with conviction, ""No, I will love you for the rest of mine." There was a lot more to it than that, but the unbridled passion that a simple statement like that says makes me feel better inside each and every day. So what, right?
Well, I would like to think that defining love, or happiness, or a dozen other items should not be done by your relationship, but by how you feel. I would like to think that somewhere inside that definition sets a boundary that is unlimited, meaning, there can be no end to a feeling once you know it is there. I now I know, it seems sometimes that this is just marvelous dribble, but if you consider, do you still feel those things inside that defined you when you were younger? Why or why not? Isn't it possible that those selfsame feeling give you access to the unlimited feelings you could be feeling right now? Could be? Should be? Are?
So there I sat, thinking for far too long. Thinking about life, love, my kids, my friends, and those that I have loved before. Thinking about hobbies and passions and the feelings inside that take us tot he next level. Thinking and somewhere in the middle of it all, I found a moment where there was no limit.
I know this may seem like an incomprehensible bunch of prattle, but maybe just about everything is just that, incomprehensible. I hope though, for just a moment, that we all find that piece of us that is unlimited, and take it to the moon and back, no matter what.
So as the sun sets on another day, sorry for the less than clear treatise on the limitlessness of what I feel, but I certainly hope somewhere inside you feel the same.
Sleep sweet, love life, unlimited...