Monday, November 26, 2018

Mired In Ecstacy

When the magic kicks in, all the dialogue is poetry. Everybody just wants to be loved and the ones who claim they don't are lying to you. I've spent the better part of my life worrying about some future. Now, the better part of that future has come and gone.

Most of my worrying has centered on loss.

Sure enough, everything happened. Everything I worried about. Oh, the worrying didn't cause the loss. It surely didn't prevent it, either. Maybe I should have used my time and energy more efficiently and painted my masterpiece or learned the cha-cha.

This is no time to start worrying about the past. Love is for the here and now.


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