A great moment has revealed itself - a realization that the happiness of others is my happiness, that the sadness of others is my sadness. A connection to something intangible in my mind but unmistakable in my heart, a sense of connection beyond words, beyond understanding and acceptance. Just connection - inevitable and pervasive. Enveloping and at the same time resistant. A subtle understanding that feeling cannot be explained in words and that the greatest gift one can give is to help others feel loved. Not that the acceptance is needed, but that the connection is empowering.
I look out from a mountain top and see the futility of all but love. It all fades away, blends into a faceless death of name and accomplishment, but love resists such simple extinction deciding instead to smile and embrace. I want that for everyone. Being in love with every person, every flower, every star. They are all pieces of us anyway, shouldn't we love ourselves, shouldn't we draw all things into our hearts and exude that love back out to everyone and everything? Shouldn't the pain melt and go away in the face of so much warmth and light? It will be back, but for now I smile and embrace everyone and everything in my heart as I sit alone in my hotel room. Alone, but connected...
