October 25, 2005
"Why do we fall?"
In the words of Alfred Pennyworth, "Why do we fall, sir? So that we might better learn to pick ourselves up."
Picking oneself up is…
…sipping a dry martini and chewing After Eight mints in the quiet hours of the darkest night, while talking to somebody who would understand on ICQ about the full-blown symphonic orchestra blasting away "Nessun Dorma" in your head;
…holding somebody who, just then, needs to be held, and who, without words, understands the need to, just then, hold you;
…a smile in the eyes of a friend bidding good-night;
…random chitchat with a long-lost acquaintance between the sets of a favorite band;
…listening to two guitars and four voices in a living room and not being able to tell whether it all sounds better, worse, or just as great as the same two guitars and the same four voices at a wooden table in the park;
…dashing out in the dead of night for a mindless stroll across the city with two pals in the car, and almost picking up two more who just happened to be at the right place at the right time;
…wondering about the last three weeks and the way it seems that every hour of every day held at least one moment that would be worth putting on this list…
And I've said this before, and there's no helping saying it again now — it's unbelievable, the kind of people that are Out There, the kind of friends that are Out There, the kind of friends I simply don't deserve, the kind of people who always seem to have a warm word and a smile, the kind of people who deserve much more than the warm words and smiles that I can give to them every once in a while… and now it's time for sleep and for dreams made happy by pretty much everyone I've met in the past few days, in one way or another!
Posted by roam at October 25, 2005 05:14 AM
