Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote that “it is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.” I read this several weeks ago, and it hasn't left my mind. Perhaps I am lingering on things in life that I wanted to experience, to have sought after, to have fought for...
When we think about these disappointed passions, one often comes to the conclusion that such a dream is unrealistic, elusive...so unreachable that it's not considered an option; thus, the logic in our minds do not let us think so. Fear, reality, and the practicality of these passions require external (most of the time, material) things to even allow it to happen. In order to get to such passion, one must have built a bridge of these things to even touch it.
What I would give to just drop everything and chase those-- travel the world, move to a place that has nothing and giving my everything to them, coordinate beautiful events, play music, decorate homes, spend the thousands of dollars on equipment to see if I have the photography eye, hike mountains, go towards the disasters when everyone flees from them--as Longfellow suggested, it does leave a scar- in my case, an everlasting one. So, what else to do with these scars than get rid of them? Here's to building the bridges.
love you e,
love, t.
How did I not know you could write like this?
ReplyDeleteI like. The whole thing. The concept and the way you wrote it. It's the constant tugging I feel on my heart... all of the directions I want to go! All at once!