Failed relationships are like a sailboat that has lost its white sail; a canary clipping its wings on the edge of an opening of a mine on its way out to the sun; me losing my Bolshi to a reckless Green Civic; a Courageous Warrior who saved a deer because a part of its body had been crushed … and the sorrows go on.
Here is why I like music without words the most – because music never lies. Words can never express the million notes of affection we feel a second if we love someone. Look at James Joyce’s scratch-hand first rendition of the Dubliners – it looks like a disorganized mess of scratchy nonsense. When you see the final product, one realizes that the intent of creating beauty started from the beginning even though there may have been disappointment along the way. Effort is our best editor and, if we stop trying, then everyone loses.
Love is a promise spoken and then unspoken, then expected, then saddened, and then resurrected – if we try hard enough. Time is not important; love is important. Say sorry a million times if you have to. That’s what I am learning to do.
Here is why I like music without words the most – because music never lies. Words can never express the million notes of affection we feel a second if we love someone. Look at James Joyce’s scratch-hand first rendition of the Dubliners – it looks like a disorganized mess of scratchy nonsense. When you see the final product, one realizes that the intent of creating beauty started from the beginning even though there may have been disappointment along the way. Effort is our best editor and, if we stop trying, then everyone loses.
Love is a promise spoken and then unspoken, then expected, then saddened, and then resurrected – if we try hard enough. Time is not important; love is important. Say sorry a million times if you have to. That’s what I am learning to do.
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