"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with a song still in them." -- Henry D
When I was a little girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog followed a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could cry. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live. Because if I were able to live my life again, I would do things differently.
I would change my life.
I would kiss my art teacher, even if he laughed at me.
I would jump with Amanda on the bed, even if I made a fool of myself.
I would hug my mother every day.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live. Because if I were able to live my life again, I would do things differently.
I would change my life.
I would kiss my art teacher, even if he laughed at me.
I would jump with Amanda on the bed, even if I made a fool of myself.
I would hug my mother every day.