There is an old adage, oft quoted and oft cut short. It begins thusly:
We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
Orson Welles, to whom this pearl of wisdom is attributed, went on. He had this to add:
Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.
As sobering as all of this may seem, it raises a point of great importance – most of us are looking for love and sometimes we don’t savour it enough when we have it.
In all frankness, this post comes a couple of days after I was first inspired to write it. Wandering along on my way home from a rehearsal, my mind descended into its usual chaos of thought and suddenly, further down the pathway, I saw two people coming in the opposite direction.
There is nothing unusual in this, true, but these people were beaming as they raced along towards the crossing. I do not pretend to know who these people were or what relationship they held with each other, but there was a sudden moment of clarity among the ever increasing swirl of worthlessness that had surrounded me.
What I am looking for in life is love, not necessarily any sort of sexual love, just relationships with people and the world around me that show an exchange of love.
I believe this to be case for most people and part of the problem is that there are those who wantonly destroy any love we can have for the world by a destruction of hope.
Hope is an emotion which is perhaps misplaced, but it will never leave as long as there is love to accompany it.
And, of course, it always helps if you state your love in the first place.
C’est si bon