To Love
I was going to make a bitter toast to the ending of my “vacation”. I was holding the wine glass in my hand to do it. Looking past the red liquid, I could see the sun shining in the trees. Not a big thing. But cynicism suddenly seemed childish. There is so much I don’t understand — but I am learning some things. So I re-chose my worlds to myself.
Life really is good (though good isn’t simple), the world is beautiful (though beauty isn’t safe) and, if I was going to drink to anything, I should toast something worthwhile.
So I drank to love.
I don’t understand that, either, but I know it’s part of the truth.