Losing what is found...

I wish things were different.

Sometimes I wish I was younger, born in a different time. Sometimes I wish I had not become older, somewhat cynical and set in my ways. I wish I could change certain things. But I am a realist. I may be a dreamer but I am also a realist. But maybe I am too much a realist. I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I am lost.

I wish things were different.

That which makes us whole, that which fills us up, that which makes us complete, that which comes along only rarely in life, that mutual thing that I believe very few ever experience on a truly deep level, that thing that requires the occasional compromise and requires the ever listening ear, all of that and more...It is beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Others may not be able to see it. Others may not understand it. Others may see it as foolishness. But I tell you it is a beautiful and precious thing.

And I tell you the loss of that is the most painful thing in the world.