People say that nothing lasts forever, and in some ways I suppose that is true. The world that we live in is temporal at best, and cruelly arbitrary at worst. No man is an island unto himself.
Just as raindrops on a window merge, then divide, then merge again, each of us carries with us parts of one another. Simply by that ordinary touching, the raindrops change form, become what neither had been before. And as each one goes on to touch additional drops, it shares not only itself but what it gleaned from the other.
This world may be an illusion, and there may be no guarantees, but the people who touch our souls will always leave a trace, even after they are gone.
Knowing that, I still believe that life is worth the risk. I still believe that love is worth the risk. I still believe that happiness is worth the risk. I still believe that friendship is worth the risk. And I don’t think I would have said that six months ago.
Music of the day: Let Go by Frou Froutagged Alabama, flowers, Northport, still life