Mark Antony new what he was doing. Richard Burton in his dying quest new what he was doing. Lancelot new that he was doomed. Napoleon was way out of his league with Josephine. We all know that Pierre no matter how intelligent and scholarly he was Marie Curie was just that much more outstanding. Everyone always remembers the first kiss but honestly how many of you remember that second kiss? That girl who just rocked your socks who made your hands sweaty. Who made your heart skip a beat. The one who didn’t steal your breath away but rather the one that held it for you while you realized that you were fucked.
Okay so maybe this is written from a guys point of view but trust me when I tell you it is written more from observation than anything else. Take for instance tonight, in the great city of Bordeaux at midnight, a nameless woman walked in with a man whose name is Akin. Nice guy, friendly, oblivious to the world. Eyes only for his Cleopatra. Within them you could sense fear, loss, hate, horror. Is that love? I found myself asking that question.
Here was a guy who could very easily wipe the floor with most of the people that looked at him wrong much less his Cleopatra. What was bothering me? Maybe that this was not a carefree woman. This was a woman, not happy. A woman who thought she was better than my new friend Akin. She paraded around like Elizabeth trying to reach the inner rage of a man content in love. Why? For what reason would someone break a glass half full?
Life is ideal, while my heart is full it is blistered with reason. Yet, here in this city of life, this city of love, in life the romance of the day is not built on the scars of the heart. Instead is is built on the ideal belief that one half does not make a whole.
“A man should say to his soul every morning God has given thee twenty four treasures. Take heed lest thou lose anyone of them for thou will not be able to endure the regret that will follow such loss.” James Dean
So maybe in the cold of the night while two people cuddle in a room the romance doesn’t have to come by reason. It should not take the warmth of a soul to teach us what is grand. What is beautiful. Love can be etched by the simplicity of a child riding his bicycle while his Grandfather watches protectively. It can be desired through a picture of time. Not a perfect picture because Prince once said, “The beautiful ones always break the picture.”
Have been in Europe for over a week now and realize much. Michigan will never win a National Title while I am out of the Country. Sorry guys, they are O for 2 now. However a Father hugging his son has no limits of time. What my heart has learned is there is a beauty that requires a heart to be stolen. A river will alway bleed to an ocean of thought but the thought will never find a river of tears. Stolen moments have a reason.
As this glorious night comes to a close, this town whose lights create the shadow of adoration, remember to steal the heart, steal the moments, mark the moments. Sure take a picture but memory is served best. Memory will tell you those who stole your heart and what you learned from them. It will also tell you that when that little girl tells you, “Daddy when are you coming home?” Your heart breaks open with reason.
I wonder why life’s love stories have to be tragic? Rain of Gold was a reason for a child to remember his fathers last breath. It was his heart breaking reading the words of a great love story. We live on the autonomy of time and that a great love story doesn’t exist. It does be witness to it! Find your treasures, fill your cup of coffee, read the note of love. Don’t sweat the small stuff, dance as if no one’s watching, Love as if its all you know, and dream as if you’ll live forever, Live as if you’ll die today. Prophetic words by James Dean but he had a point.
Love won’t tell you. Your heart won’t either. It won’t make the world go round. Your mind will keep you sane but always allow your self to believe.
Sometimes the rivers do flow and you don’t have to be blind to see...inspired by the words of my daughters Sophia and Sicilia, “I love you Daddy...Me too Daddy”
