Sunday, October 29, 2006

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way...
Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

I was just reminded by a friend that this quote exists. That sometime in the past, a man was inspired enough to dwell on the irony of life, its inconsistencies, its challenges, and thus, its beauty. How apt it is for who we are and where we are right now.

My friends and I are stuck in this age where we feel like we're being pulled in two directions --- the call of our childhood with its comfortable memories and an unknown future which could be bright, tragic or both. It's easy to feel everything, easier to feel nothing, hoping to know everything, hoping to know nothing upon realizing that sometimes ignorance is bliss...

Yet we are surrounded by Life and all its colors and we are called to participate, both compelled and attracted to the vibrancy that it promises to deliver.

So we are both living and dying slowly, gaining and losing something daily, loving and hating in equal measure, hurting and healing and hurting again, learning and unlearning, choosing and deciding and then changing our minds... Whew.

And in all the jingling and jangling, the whirling and spiraling -- we taste, we feel, we hear, we speak, we burn ever brighter and dance and sing to the maddening feverish salsa of life.