What happens when words are not enough? It’s pleasant to think of times much simpler than this. When there was no regard for bills or responsibility. Where the carefree nature of life was all that mattered. Memories of our former years, spent daydreaming, excursions in the backyard, our imagination – endless, never a moment spent wasted or regretful. When did things change? Is there a certain milestone, along the journey of life, where in which our thrill for life dwindles, into a dreary sense of fiscal responsibility? Even our dreams, although still career focused, may have been for the greater good of humanity. It seems that time molds us, shapes us, into something quite contrary to what we once used to be.
Love, despite the Hallmark franchise and normative way in which we view, how it should be, was once quite simple. If you felt it, you said it, with prompt receipt of a handmade letter, of one’s infatuation, or a freshly picked daisy from the garden. Without the need for expensive dates, set to impress, or the desire to appear of the ideal physical standard of beauty, the mind of a child often shows us so much more of what we lack today. If only we could regain a sense of moral innocence, where the simplicity of our feelings could be expressed with mere words alone. Why is it that they no longer seem to matter?
Saying I love you, is no longer the set of words we want to hear; more so, stable income, net assets, and of course retirement prospects. Don’t get me wrong, all of the former are indeed important for establishing a stable way of life, but do they bring the slightest hint of happiness? It is indeed possible to live a life complacent, on the thrill, the rush of the fast lane. Life however seems so empty when things are in abundance and valued, where as social interaction are minimized and devalued.
Is business truly the best of all possible worlds? The way we now interact - merely a game of poker, bluffing, to test if the waters are safe in which to enter? We all have scars, we all have history, and time does indeed make us jaded and cold, but should that be the sole reason to stop trying? Must we truly be willing to stand a test of devotion, prove that we are wiling to die for someone before we can acknowledge, whether or not, they are worthy of receiving our love? What does it take to show someone you care when words no longer seem to matter? The answer it seems is just as burdensome, and unknown as the beauty and mystery that is love itself. To dream of a world much simpler than this, to envision a better tomorrow where, we all hold hands as brothers and sisters; rather than enemies and strangers. Will time be the defining moment, the true change in our human evolution? Perhaps, but either way it takes courage to breathe, find self-assurance, in the loneliness of one’s isolation, and re-center on the purpose at hand. When the time is right, all shall be revealed, the only thing we have is hope. Nothing else is ever guaranteed.
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