“In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost. Ah! how hard it is to tell of that wood, savage and harsh and dense, the thought of which renews my fear. So bitter is it, that death is hardly more.” And thats Dante, Peeps, writing about his midlife crisis. Fourteenth century. Six hundred years have passed since then and were still into it. Its at that midpoint in our personal continuum when our delicate lives feels like theyre hanging in the balance. We look behind us to see how far weve come and we realize that our past isnt a solitary trail through secret woods, but a vista as big and expansive as the ocean itself, with our experiences stretching far into the horizon like tiny dot like sail boats, sucked up into the enormous sea. So here’s a toast to old lang syne, and for times to come, for my own bluesy point in time where the pain of the past seems to be meeting the fear of the future. Here’s to excess, forgetfulness, failure, and blindness. In many ways, my beloved friends, my most exciting moment…not to mention, the most exciting year of my life!
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 12:13:15 +0000
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