Today I read a line, “when the time is right, let’s meet again for the first time.” The words were accompanied by a photo of a golden lit winding road. The romantic nature of this sentiment was almost too much to bear. To be prepared to walk alone. To wait for actions alone. To have faith in the future.
How is it that the human condition allows us to move in life, with embers of affection still sparking? And, what gives us the strength to keep that level of hope alive? Is it possible that love proves our existence, and is the heart’s strength a gift? To acknowledge love is one of the greatest things we can do on this earth; you can actually feel how it doesn’t just propel you to move physically through life, but also, how it drives us to a full existence.