I used to listen to a Harry Chapin song that had a line in it, “She smiled and said reality is only just a word.” I liked that. I wrote it on a piece of paper and taped it to my desk: “reality is only just a word”. long live the imagination!
But it’s not true. Reality is real. Real life is messy and unpredictable and wonderful. It is touching your children’s cheeks while they sleep and it is smelling a flower on your way to work and it is surviving each and every day. Those are the moments that make up a life. Imagination is entertaining and great to help you decide what to do. But real life must be lived. We must live and breathe and eat with others, on their level. We cannot possibly live in isolation. Everything that we do is building upon the work of another person and will influence the future of someone else. That is life. Life is community. Life is Love.
Maybe I sound like an 80 year old woman, (I know that sometimes I feel as tired as one), but I feel like my depression and all that I have been through has opened me up seeing people in a new way. As real, and vulnerable and really having the same wants and desires. Everybody wants to feel needed. Everybody wants to feel loved.
I’m following Oprah and Alanis Morisette and Tom Hanks on twitter and they are just normal people. I think that what makes them so successful is that they are so open and honest and allow themselves to be flawed and make mistakes and just keep going.
This may be obvious to everybody but me, I may just be playing catch up but I feel that I have a new perspective on humanity and myself. Everybody is just equal hanging out in this life and I wanna play too. Success is only determined by you as a measure of your joy. The rules are simple: consideration of others; respect; nourish. I think that I can do it.
Everybody everybody wants to love. everybody everybody wants to be loved. (Ingrid Michaelson)