quotidian quote XI - for j & j

Sometimes, when someone's worth it, you just have to put yourself out there.
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Susan Heffley
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
April 2010, Color Force

It is elusive. If it weren’t, its value would not be as vast. But often, because of failed histories, and antagonistic anxieties, we choose to put up walls to protect our hearts. Creating citadels of indifference, with the nuances of detachment, defensiveness and defeatism; we become beacons of our own banishment. Creating cocoons out of cobwebs, of mangling memories meant to be mended.

We’re all broken, in various degrees and depths of demonstration. The phenotype of our incompletion is seen in how we choose to deal with those who try to gain access into the essential, the crucial, and the emotional. Because we are broken, we seek to be healed, repaired from the narrative we profess. We dream of that one who would make us whole again, or finally, into a pristine, blank slate from the memory of melancholia that has haunted us.

But serendipity comes in a multitude of forms. From those whose attention we may have summarily dismissed, or have failed to heed, may come a breathe of fresh air that tempers our troubled tachycardia. Someone who will ground the arrhythmia of ardor into a story profound, but accessible. Exquisite, yet embracing.

Love abounds us. It is in our midst, and we need only look to further into the sincerity of our brethren to realize that it is there, as it always has been. Maybe time and fate spelled it inopportune, inauspicious or untimely for you to have found it then. But when it is meant, all falls into place. Without apparent reason but with acceptance, proclivity comes from perseverance, and when we look into the eyes our brothers, it is there. Waiting to be discovered. In the embrace of long-held friends, in our family and in the stranger's smile across the street.

It is there.

There is no history without pain. It is imperative for one to experience it, to be worthy of its antithesis. Happiness is best served with the pragmatism of wisdom, tempered by the knowledge of felt pain, and grounded by the optimism of open-mindedness. You had to go through what you did, to find your satellite its berthing planet across the heavens. The journey was meant to prepare, warranted and valued, that it may empower you with the skills and conviction that this is real. And genuinely, irrevocably, immensely, worth it.

When stars luminant in the vesper sky seem solitary and senescent, it is a matter of perspective, a paradigm shift if you may, to realize that with a wider field of vision, there are other celestials out there just patiently prescient. Though in reality they are light-years distant, in our glassine glimpse they can dance with the same dream, twinkle with the same crescendo, as our own solitary satellite. That us, and them, can come into a crescent constellation creating melody of the mind, harmony of the body, serenity of the spirit.

Draw your fingers across the heavens, your satellite might find that its twin isn't so far away as you may have previously imagined. And that your own celestial occultation achieves clarity, legibility, only by simply wiping the tears of the past.

There is sizygy in the heavens. And when its aligned, you would know. That it has always been, and this is how it was meant to be.

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To J & J, best of wishes on your newfound narrative. May your story be written not as a negation of the previous chapters, but as proof of how life, despite the desolation of memory, is never what we imagined it to be. The best chapters are yet to be written. May your pens remain sharp, and your story as inspiring as it is real.

Serendipity was the muse that wrote the prologue, may your commitment be the parchment by which this is told.

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