Romance

The romance in life comes, not from the drama that rears up and tries to drown me, but from the beautiful consistency of real love.

No krakens in my life could possibly equal the real trials and tribulations of living all these years and surviving in spite of everything.  At seventeen I wanted adventures, drama, explosive scenes like the books and movies.  Now I know most of that is only a symbolic metaphor for life’s real issues.

And there are enough real things to make the deep darkness a real presence in my life, but there is also an ethereal light too, a presence so beautiful and mysterious I will never be able to fully understand why it accompanies me down this way.

I have done nothing to merit such a thing, except possibly eschew the tendency to be a drama queen and try to keep my eyes as wide open as possible, looking both inward and outward as I deal with the minutia of daily living.

Magnificence materializes in the moment when I recognize the gods that dance around me in human form.  They come playing music that stirs my soul.  They speak in ways and actions sometimes much louder than words.  They touch me and heal my heart when I least expect it and most need it.

Real life surpasses anything else that exists.  Romance is a birthright no one can avoid, but whether or not they notice it is another question.  Let me embrace this life of mine as no one else can and enjoy the way it weaves itself in and out of everyone elses.