I suppose you can call me a hopeless romantic. I have always had this vision of a couple dancing together, in a dimly lit room, to some old jazz tunes. Oblivious to their surroundings and time just seems to stand still to them. I see their bodies sway to the rhythms in the air. An essence, not like one we are familiar with in our day to day lives, fills the room. The brightness of a smile breaks through, euphoria sets in. A few gentle kisses here and there, the movement of hands lightly caressing the bodies they entangle, and well you can guess the rest.
I was thinking the other day; is there anything worse than the total agony of being in love? I mean you can’t do anything about. It’s a feeling of deep affection for someone that we can not control. Love is always going to win the fight, if you think about it, it’s always going to kick your ass.
Yesterday, I was in the midst of talking with a friend about fears and things that we’ve done, I came to the realization, that the scariest thing you’ll ever do is right on the horizon. I mean think about it, everyone is scared about the future because it’s unknown. I know thats what bothers the heck out of me. What’s the future going to hold? Is it going to bring me happiness or pain? Am I going to die or Am I going to live? Who will I meet ? What will I see? What will I do? How will I survive? It’s alluring to play it safe, the more we are willing to leave to uncertainty the more alive we are. In the end what we feel remorseful about is the chance we never took.