When you’re my age, love turns up differently, like it had its face done. Where before it was about eyes and long, lanky legs, now it’s language and a sense of humor.
Who knew? Certainly not frisky me who approached everything like a lioness in heat.
Did you know a lioness, while her lion of a husband is home watching the game, is the one who hunts dragging home her kill feeding the whole family? I really relate to this since, with the exception of the hunt part, is very Italian. Hyena Parmesan? Zebra over rice with a side of greens…more coffee dear?
Too often I’m told I need a man, and maybe I do, but it’s not so easy finding one who meets my needs. A fella I knew when I was 20 recently surfaced making me remember how sweet and tender true affection can be, like unearthing a treasure. He of course has been married forever, but made me reflect on what it’s like being truly in love thinking it will last forever.
Nothing trumps it…NOTHING.
And sadly, nothing lasts forever either.
There was someone briefly who held my attention, also in a long term relationship, frayed at its edges as if it were washed one too many times…more about real estate and money then anything else…something that makes me sad.
If I’ve learned anything in all my years…life is short, and if you stay with someone because of dollars and a two-car garage, you’re foolish, because any second could be your last.
How do I know this? Two words…BILL HICKS.
He was 32 when God requested his eternal presence whispering to me since…Susannah, how important is this? Trust me, it means nothing…chicken shit in the long run.
Through pain and sorrow I’ve really gotten this. Have you?
I leave you with that question as you sort through the minutia of your day.
How important is it?