“Maybe there is no happily ever after, maybe there are just moments of wonderful.”
All I can say to that is, “I sure hope not.”
I had a long conversation about what I am scared of (a topic prompted by yesterday’s blog) with at least a couple friends yesterday. Most of it came down to feeling that having had something great (as I defined it) once, my greatest fear was never having it again. While that started out as something simple as the fear of being alone, it slowly evolved into wanting something that worked for both people, and and all/most levels. And I’ve probably truly had that once in my life.
The counterpoint was that I screwed it up, so it must not have been, but I know the reasons why that was, etc. and things are different, etc. but it really boiled down to this fear that I will never be able to find something that left me comfortable, and at peace again.
I think I’ve mentioned before: I’m a romantic. I believe ultimately in the possibility of a successful outcome to that point of view. That we irrepressible, distracted, mentally or socially insatiable humans are actually capable of finding our match, because I’ve seen it. Yes, I know it’s work, I know it’s hard even when you’ve got it… but the fact that it can and will happen for some means it can and should happen for us all. If only we’d get out of the way and see it and be it.
So while I acknowledge the realism that may be at the core of the quote above, I guess it comes down to this set of glasses I have, with a line in the middle. Above says, “optomittismo” and below, “pessimissimo”.
While I’m not Italian (and I bet neither one of those words are in Italian either), I choose to fall above the line.
