we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
9:35 PM
Billionaire
a morbid thought as i drove my girl to the airport, whitney singing in the background. what if she never returned, gone with the wind, lost in the flames. didn't we almost have it all.
an involuntary chill nearly hit the swerving motorcycle. and i thought, what would i do in the days to come?
probably, bury myself in work.
race up the consulting ladder.
earn a truckload of money so i could wipe my ass with crisp notes.
and when i hit my first million, i would head to the hotel bar a hundred miles from home and down a shot or two.
three or four. five or six. seven or eight.
perhaps someone would then ask me, why drink alone? you know, these ladies of the night hold an uncanny knack of appearing magically, albeit with bad english.
the ninth shot would probably miss my throat altogether. and as i swirl in technicolour, i would probably whisper into nothingness that i am most willing to exchange the million for a day of her time.
i snapped into reality, whitney shrilling her last note. it's a marvel isn't it, that God willing, we have half more a century of love of joy of peace of togetherness, each day worth a million.
and with that thought of a billionaire, i clasped her hand and smiled.
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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