I've always maintained (in my more philospohical moods) that the best times of my life have no documentation.
It's not that the periods of time I've documented are so bad- it's just that the ones I miss are that much better.
The moments in which we are laughing the hardest are always the moments when we eventually forget what we were laughing about.
And I always find myself witnessing stunning events, or standing on the edges of endless auburn mountain ranges at sunrise- without a charged battery in my camera. Or worse, without a camera at all.
It follows that when I am falling in love, I don't write in my journal. I never have. I'm too busy falling in love- too busy "being."
There is a small part of me that regrets this...for fear of forgetting how happy I was, or how happy I can be.
But the other part, the larger part, is thankful for these lapses in record-keeping. Because how can a four by six piece of paper- an image created with a flash of light- embody happiness? True beauty?
It can't.
And how can words ever do love justice? True love. Love that has no words- no boundaries- no definitions. Why even bother trying?
It is with these sentiments in mind- that I am begging pardon for my recent lack of writing with the enthusiasm and regularity of previous months. It seems as though I'm a little too busy living at the moment to write about living.
But I'll do better.
It's not that the periods of time I've documented are so bad- it's just that the ones I miss are that much better.
The moments in which we are laughing the hardest are always the moments when we eventually forget what we were laughing about.
And I always find myself witnessing stunning events, or standing on the edges of endless auburn mountain ranges at sunrise- without a charged battery in my camera. Or worse, without a camera at all.
It follows that when I am falling in love, I don't write in my journal. I never have. I'm too busy falling in love- too busy "being."
There is a small part of me that regrets this...for fear of forgetting how happy I was, or how happy I can be.
But the other part, the larger part, is thankful for these lapses in record-keeping. Because how can a four by six piece of paper- an image created with a flash of light- embody happiness? True beauty?
It can't.
And how can words ever do love justice? True love. Love that has no words- no boundaries- no definitions. Why even bother trying?
It is with these sentiments in mind- that I am begging pardon for my recent lack of writing with the enthusiasm and regularity of previous months. It seems as though I'm a little too busy living at the moment to write about living.
But I'll do better.
1 comment:
As always, wonderful thoughts, beautifully written
lyttw
mmmmmmmmmmmm
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