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A bugs perspective.

The past two days have been a complete dream.  There is beauty in hopping into the car and taking a two-hour ride that leads you to complete relaxation (and a place that people actually book plane tickets to get to – we can access so easily).  We ended up in Santa Barbara…exactly the escape we wanted.  I’ll post more about that tomorrow after I’ve gotten a chance to upload a few photos of the amazing scenery.  I had time to read two books – one was The Feast of Love, by Charles Baxter.    The book is a series of interwoven love stories…the good, the bad, the ugly, and the redemption in it all.  I highly recommend it.  It’s full of extremely insightful, witty, and stark sentiments about the craziness of love.  Here’s one quote I found particularly touching:

Every relationship has at least one really good day.  What I mean is, no matter how sour things go, there’s always that day.  That day is always in your possession.  That’s the day you remember.  You get old and you think: well, at least I had that day.  It happened once.  You think all the variables might just line up again.  But they don’t.  Not always.  I once talked to a woman who said, “Yeah, that’s the day we had an angel around.

That really spoke to me.  We all have relationships that either sink or swim.  Or swim for what appears to be an eternity and then end so suddenly, we’re left thrashing around in waters that go so deeply we can’t touch the bottom without certainty of death.   But, no relationship would ever last beyond one day if we didn’t have that one day where things had the possibility of perfection – and it is because of that possibility that we cling on to that one day.  With the hopes that it will someday achieve that level perfection every day.  That day, it’s a dangerous thing.  Hope itself is actually a pretty dangerous thing if you cling to it.  But, it’s also a buoy in the middle of that ocean.  What an interesting contrast…

What do you consider hope to be – a buoy to cling to or the shark circling?

– A


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