we haven't talked in some time and it's given me the time I've needed to think. Remember when you said we should we should live with each other, and I should let you fix yourself and be unhappy so that we could be happy someday? Consider it a testimony to how much I love you that I spent so long pouring myself into that offer trying to make it work. But a friend took me to the most amazing place the other day. It's called The Ridge and you can see for miles on a clear day..even to Long Island sound if you looked in the right direction. People used to climb up it's face and think they could see the whole world...as far as the eye could see. How were they ever to imagine that their whole view would someday be in ruins with skyscrapers and houses, paved roads and man made mountains? It's one of the most beautiful places I've been in Connecticut and it allows the mind to wander as your eyes envelope it's landscape. The Ridge feels like a precious scar, a place you don't really want to let go of because it hurts to good. We all want things to stay the same, settle for living in misery because we're afraid of change or things crumbling to ruins. But then I looked around at this landscape and all of the change it's endured, the way it's been adapted, burned, pillaged and found a way to build all the beauty back up again, and I was reassured that maybe my life hasn't been so chaotic, it's just been the world that is and the only real trap is getting attached to any of it.
Ruin is a gift.
Ruin is the road to transformation.
