This will not be the easiest watch if you are not ready for an hour and forty-five minutes of focused comprehension. Friends, some who may not have been around each other in years, are a lifesaving force. Conversations do not always lead to the epiphany that we may seek, yet it is not uncommon for inspiration to come from the words of those who we know well enough to understand.
Shooting stars in the night remind us of the wonderful gift of life. Our existence is such a short expression that it is impossible to really put it into words that serve it justice. We travel and see so much, but only cover a small geography compared to all that is around us. Moments come and go and without the alertness to accept this, we simply let the days go by. Not all the time though. Every once in a while it is clear. The people who we surround ourselves with help make it so much better. Home is where we are at the time and a friend can make that true without much effort.
We all have got to get out while the getting is good. “Just when things went right; Doesn’t mean they were always wrong; Just take this song and you’ll never feel; Left all alone. Take me to your heart; Feel me in your bones; Just one more night; And I’m comin’ off this long and winding road. I’m on my way. I’m on my way; Home sweek home; Tonight I’m on my way, I’m on my way; Home sweet home.
The fire still smoldered the morning after a dark rain fell upon the West Side of Cleveland. I saw people from all over the world come together in sorrow wondering why such bad things could happen, but still, there was hope. Even if it was not clear at the time, I remember waking up and walking toward the weak white smoke that floated up into the air with a great person who reminded me that there was still so much promise in the world. We had always shared our thoughts no matter how they felt deep inside. We laughed, we cried, we talked of days to come and then smiled to remember that those who came before us would have wanted us to take advantage of what is coming next.
Days, weeks, and a few months went by before we met again in the sunlight of Yucatan celebration of a wedding that I will never forget. Greatness came from togetherness. Even if it was not apparent at the time, the memory of it carries us forward even though some were not able to be there. The fire was alive. Everyone lived for each other in harmony. Even then it took time for the reality of it all to sink in. Highs and lows at such intensity cloud the realization of the moment. We grew younger when we came to the understanding that there was still much time to figure it all out.
Say again and again, there’s something to talk about and we can all benefit from some conversation. We listen to the same songs because they mean something and trigger a memory or feeling or simply inspire a smile. The energy we get from getting together is more than repetitive stories or familiar laughs. We share the good times and help each other during the bad times. At least that is what is so enjoyable about people who we can relate to. Silence comes from doing nothing or a lack of confidence to say what may need to be said more than once. This idea of a paper campfire is much more than a few words read through the internet or shared through social media. The best stuff out there is not written down.
We only have so much time though and while we have this tool, let’s use it and see where the words can take us. Ideas spread and legends grow. Stories of old assist the actions of tomorrow by taking the best we have experienced and molding it into a driving force to keep the fire kindling and the light showing us a path forward despite the darkness that surrounds us.
As these days go by in which the sun goes down earlier than we’d like, let’s find the time to get together yet again for some tales of strength and the coming plans of what may be if we choose to bring the best out in each other. See you soon.