The Man… he is like a drug. I don’t know how else to explain it. Love makes us do crazy things? True enough. Absolutely. I have topped off the crazy and now I will share it with the world.
As I mentioned in my last posts, I have gone down the rabbit hole and entered “la terre de l’amour fol” (seriously, and to say the least). “How crazy?” you ask. Pretty crazy is my response. But crazy means happy, right? I am happy. Having spent a considerable amount of time contemplating what happiness entails, I’ve decided that as far as life choices go, I’ll take happiness right now — every time. There are no guarantees, you know. What’s good today can be just as horrid tomorrow. Jobs go, people go, money goes, even your favorite soup at the lunch deli… here today, gone tomorrow. Are you going to forego today’s happiness because you worry about tomorrow’s? I’m not.
So, I’ve grabbed happiness with both hands. You will wonder. No need to. I’ve gone to the crazy land with my eyes wide open and with a full understanding of the potential dangers. Having spent some time this past weekend watching (of all things!) “Moby Dick,” I’ll quote Melville: “The drama’s done. Why then here does any one step forth? — Because one did survive the wreck.”
Yes, we survived the wreck. And last Thursday, we stood in front of a Superior Court Judge and a few close friends and pledged the rest of our lives to each other, in the pursuit of happiness and an attempt at undying love. I can’t say that I believe in forever. But I’m hopeful. I believe in love today, and I believe I will feel the same way tomorrow, and I will work hard to keep it carefully tended. Who knows? Maybe we’ll finally get lucky. For now, there’s hope – and happiness.