Monday, July 04, 2005
Letter To Darryl
Darryl,
I remember once having a long, in-depth discussion about the concept of The One with Aidan. I honored and understood how much we, as a society, wanted to cling to the romantic notion that there was really only one The One and how magic and fate and all those yummy, gooshy things would bring you to The One. God forbid you screw it up with The One, because then you were destined to spend the rest of your life with The Almost One. How, when you finally became lucky enough to find The One, you wouldn't have all those petty, stupid fights and the relationship would sail smoothly and perfectly because you were, after all, Meant To Be.
I honored this, but I had come a far way from believing it. I use you, D, to illustrate. Happy Ever After doesn't come with The One. Certain people become The One with nurturing and intent and effort. I have made many, many friends since leaving Moose Jaw at 18 that I have had more in common with, that swept into my life and brought this sudden burst of energy and left me certain we would be friends until the day we died. But like a really good bag of Doritos, those friends who seemed like The One, were without substance. Once i had consumed them, my stomache hurt. My heart broken and their focus now on something other than me, I would stumble home to find an email or sarcastic voice mail from You. Or after years of seperation and drama, i would lovingly call Jennie. And there it was. The One wasn't about fireworks and spectacle, The One was about effort. Consistency. Friends like you, that year after year after year keep in touch, send emails without expectation of a reply and immediately call if the other sounds sad...Friends Like You are the magical ones.
Darryl, i hardly even ever see you and yet, somehow, you make me feel watched over and loved. I send you health and vitality and the rememberance that We aren't our bodies. They will get broken down with our food habits and emotional weather and Time Itself, but We are the We behind the breath and I, personally, assure you that i am never going anywhere.
I love you sweetie.
KJ
P.S. I am not sure if that man in the forest is wrong, despite being unheard by a woman, but i am pretty sure that he is still expected to apologize.
I remember once having a long, in-depth discussion about the concept of The One with Aidan. I honored and understood how much we, as a society, wanted to cling to the romantic notion that there was really only one The One and how magic and fate and all those yummy, gooshy things would bring you to The One. God forbid you screw it up with The One, because then you were destined to spend the rest of your life with The Almost One. How, when you finally became lucky enough to find The One, you wouldn't have all those petty, stupid fights and the relationship would sail smoothly and perfectly because you were, after all, Meant To Be.
I honored this, but I had come a far way from believing it. I use you, D, to illustrate. Happy Ever After doesn't come with The One. Certain people become The One with nurturing and intent and effort. I have made many, many friends since leaving Moose Jaw at 18 that I have had more in common with, that swept into my life and brought this sudden burst of energy and left me certain we would be friends until the day we died. But like a really good bag of Doritos, those friends who seemed like The One, were without substance. Once i had consumed them, my stomache hurt. My heart broken and their focus now on something other than me, I would stumble home to find an email or sarcastic voice mail from You. Or after years of seperation and drama, i would lovingly call Jennie. And there it was. The One wasn't about fireworks and spectacle, The One was about effort. Consistency. Friends like you, that year after year after year keep in touch, send emails without expectation of a reply and immediately call if the other sounds sad...Friends Like You are the magical ones.
Darryl, i hardly even ever see you and yet, somehow, you make me feel watched over and loved. I send you health and vitality and the rememberance that We aren't our bodies. They will get broken down with our food habits and emotional weather and Time Itself, but We are the We behind the breath and I, personally, assure you that i am never going anywhere.
I love you sweetie.
KJ
P.S. I am not sure if that man in the forest is wrong, despite being unheard by a woman, but i am pretty sure that he is still expected to apologize.
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