Life is surprising; sprinkling brief glimpses of humanity here and there, in the course of a simple day. I guess that’s a lesson for living in the moment – that it’s impossible to accurately plan ahead, knowing these tiny gifts of the unexpected will arise in spite of the plan. And for the same reason, to resist the urge to gaze into the past, reflecting on happiness that has come and gone. Everything in its own time. All as it should be. These truths are difficult to accept when the night is lonely, or the load is heavy, or the road is long… or a love is forsaken… yet, they are truths which can offer stability to an accepting heart, one which is then free to delight in the experience of the beautiful miracles of each moment.
What about failed love, then? How can one simply extinguish a feeling, one which is so easy to experience, and so all-consuming? Perhaps that is part of the acceptance, to embrace unrequited love as it is, without clinging, or attempts to alter – but with a simple and compassionate acknowledgement of the presence of love, and the strength to move through each breath, sharing all moments with an intimate ghost.
We need not fear that our love will die. Daily we are given opportunities to practice compassion and empathy. These are the cornerstones of an honest love. They steady the foundation for all future opportunities. The warming fires of compassion and empathy burn gently, waiting for the time when love’s light will be kindled by their simple flame, its embers cradled eternally in their warmth. Everything in its time… All as it should be…
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