Sunday, June 18, 2006

When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.
Madeleine L'Engle

The down side of this is instantly evident, pain is certain at whatever stage we're at in life, but then again so is joy. Sometimes it's blessing, sometimes it's curse; really living is a crazy combination of those two polar extremes. Reality can travel from the highest mountaintop to the deepest valley in the time it takes to blink. The other direction is more than possible too, making being as alive as possible well worth the risk. Experiencing even one moment of perfect happiness is worthy of the pain of the journey to get there.

Odds are good that the price will seem high at the time of payment, but once joy hits like a lightning bolt the cost matters not in the least. Any bliss should be slowed to a crawl and absorbed fully, no matter its duration. The mind will take magical snapshots, when joy reaches a certain level, complete in every breathtaking detail, and those images stay vivid over time.

It doesn't matter at which point in life that understanding occurs. The full life often feels like many lifetimes in one. The ending of one to reach the next isn't always voluntary, but it's certain that to really live today, letting go of yesterday is mandatory. Take the past joys, abandon the pain and begin anew. Why look behind so hard that all the possibilities in front of you are ignored? True joy could be standing just a forward step away.
The point may come when all that's left is the scrapbook created during a lifetime. What's inside of its weathered cover is the sum total of the journey. When the book is opened it seems best to have pages worth turning slowly. Here's to living every moment as if it was the last and collecting memories that add depth and beauty to cherished images in a book well worn and treasured.


© GLENDA ALEXANDER   6/18/2006