There's not enough time to put off forgiving each other. There's not enough time to be miserly with our love.
I know it might be a stretch, but the video reminds me that we have today, so let's not waste it. Let's not look back with regret that we didn't forgive, or love enough.
xoxo
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Saw "Peter and the Starcatcher" at the Hippydome in Baltimore this evening... the Peter Pan prequel story. In the end, Molly must go home... and Peter must fulfill his own destiny, which is to one day return for Molly's daughter, Wendy...
My apologies to chance for calling it necessity.
My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all.
Please, don't be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.
May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade.
My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.
My apologies to past loves for thinking that the latest is the first.
Forgive me, distant wars, for bringing flowers home.
Forgive me, open wounds, for pricking my finger.
I apologize for my record of minuets to those who cry from the depths.
I apologize to those who wait in railway stations for being asleep today at five a.m.
Pardon me, hounded hope, for laughing from time to time.
Pardon me, deserts, that I don't rush to you bearing a spoonful of water.
And you, falcon, unchanging year after year, always in the same cage,
your gaze always fixed on the same point in space,
forgive me, even if it turns out you were stuffed.
My apologies to the felled tree for the table's four legs.
My apologies to great questions for small answers.
Truth, please don't pay me much attention.
Dignity, please be magnanimous.
Bear with me, O mystery of existence, as I pluck the occasional thread from your train.
Soul, don't take offense that I've only got you now and then.
My apologies to everything that I can't be everywhere at once.
My apologies to everyone that I can't be each woman and each man.
I know I won't be justified as long as I live,
since I myself stand in my own way.
Don't bear me ill will, speech, that I borrow weighty words,
then labor heavily so that they may seem light.
Wislawa Szymborska
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Yep. This is a hard-learned lesson for me. My profession offers so many unique environments and experiences, but I know that I simply cannot do certain things, because I can't yet create that much-needed distance....
Thanks so much for sharing it here...