One Exhale
Mar 27th, 2008 by Ree Joy
Sometimes, I find myself writing words for others; as if, inherently doubting the value of first-hand and unasked-for advice, the only hand I could offer in empathy, and one that might prove of some worth in the long run, was an invisible one. A drawn-out exchange requiring discernment in silence. If such might be possible.
For some reason, while still young, I felt drawn to Blaise Pascal’s philosophical writings, even if I did not understand what connected one remarkable concept to another. Gibran was easier, Thoreau more difficult; I read them all with minimal understanding but with the greatest of interests. It took a while for me to learn, like the song says, that nothing comes for free, and understanding was an achievement paid for with the hard coin of time lived. That age is the one pre-requisite for understanding. Senility only brings wisdom; invariably wasted with what capacity you have lost, in direct proportion to the depth of appreciation you gain.
Someone once said, “love is wasted on the young.”
Or was that life?
my dear friend… be well and keep safe
thank you, dear friend.