“You swore you loved me, and laughed and warned me that you would not love me forever. I did not hear you. You were speaking in a language I did not understand. Never, never, I can conceive of a love which is able to foresee its own termination. Love is its own eternity. Love is in every moment of its being: all time. It is the only glimpse we are permitted of what eternity is. So I did not hear you. The words were nonsense.” ― Thornton Wilder, The Ides of March
“never, never, i can conceive of a love which is able to foresee its own termination”.., that is a very deep sentiment expressed in the quote above. a youthful sentiment for certain. i often talk with others about how my understanding and insight into life has shifted with the onset of time. i could not foresee so many things when i was younger. life was rife with black and white vision. things were or they were not- that was all. they were not a little or a lot of both back then- however now- of course- life is made up of nothing but both.
i sometimes scramble to hold on to the tether of youth- futile as it may be. i wouldn’t -no couldn’t- trade my peace of mind and sense of serenity for the ferver that consumed me in validating my “rightness”. however i would like to hold on to the connection to life. that is something i truly enjoy and don’t wish to take for granted or lose sight of until absolutely necessary.
as i perused quotes about midnight- i came across this- it is as holstic and buddhist as they come… (me smiling)
“She heard him mutter, ‘Can you take away this grief?’ ‘I’m sorry,’ she replied. ‘Everyone asks me. And I would not do so even if I knew how. It belongs to you. Only time and tears take away grief; that is what they are for.” ― Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight