Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Now I can say...
...that I'm scarred inside and out.
Doesn't it look like I was in a knife battle? (Hey, I am "Oren Ishii" after all....maybe I really DO like Hattori Hanzo swords!)
Perhaps I was mugged during today's NY Transit strike?
Or maybe I was impaled by flying debris whilst driving in
Oh well.
So I once wrote about the virtue of being scarred, and suddenly felt compelled to reiterate and/or expand upon the concept.
We widda's are blessed.
"What's that?" you ask. "How can that be? Has she gone mad?"
Think about it like this...
You lose your spouse. Check.
Your life, as you knew it, whether you were together for one year or twenty-five, is over.
You go through the "shoulda, woulda, coulda" phase.
In other words, I should have done XXX before he died.
If I had, I would have realized XXX before he died.
We could have XXX before he died.
You get the picture.
So yeah, we widdas learn real quick that nothing lasts forever.
There are no promises & no expectations, and for that reason you can never, Ever, EVER take the little things in life for granted.
Widda's begin to appreciate the colors of a west coast sunset, and start to marvel at the beauty of a full moon or a star-filled night sky.
They get all teary-eyed gazing into the neverending reach of an ocean view.
They understand that time zips by before you know it, and that taking the time to live in the "now" makes all the difference in the world.
And if/when they find another soul to love, they know that something as simple as a goodbye kiss, or holding hands in the middle of a movie, or just hanging out and doing "nothing", should be cherished each and every time.
I subscribe to you that 90 percent of the human race does not appreciate these things in the same way that a young widda does.
And for that reason, my friends, we widdas are blessed.
(Jumps off the soapbox, pulls a wedgie out of her ass, and walks on into the moonlight)
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