this is a great lesson I learned over and over again in my 20’s.
(btw, high-five Anie)
Found this in my notebook not too long ago.
By my estimate, that note has to be 4-5 years old.
I’m very unsure why I never ripped it out.
Probably left it there as a cautionary lesson that I’ve forgotten again and again.
On the surface, at least….
Today I’d say my love for coffee is stronger than it’s ever been. Even on days when I don’t need or want any stimulants, I still love coffee. Now that Lola Cafe is literally a three minute walk from my living room, I’m sure this is a love affair that will continue until one of us can’t stand the other one. Even then, it will probably be coffee that breaks up with ME.
P.S.: I still want this on a T-Shirt. Or a headband, karate-kid style.
One day, decades from now, I imagine I’ll be sitting around, telling stories to my grandkids about how we all used to queue up in lines in this little storefronts to by 20 ounces of caffeine and sugar and cream for $7 a pop. The kid will think these tales are outlandish because by then caffeine will be illegal and Starbucks will be thought of as a millennium version of the crack-house or opium den. I also think by then coke will be legal again and it’ll all make no sense..
I saw this quote on Micillo’s blog recently and thought I’d borrow it.
The part that strikes me is where it says “is not self-seeking… keeps no record of wrongs”. This is clearly something I didn’t have the first time around. I was programmed to always try to have the advantage, to always be hostile, to be defensive lest I “get played”. Tic for tac, battles won and lost, and in the end, I wasted 4 years of my life.
If I can do one thing to contribute to my future happiness, it should be to never again worry about tallying wrongs. If I feel that is something I have to do, I’m better off alone.
I know a lot of people use this quote, and it has become a sort of generic filler for love.
To my mind, however, I remember this quote as the one Marshall Ericson knew he wanted to have read at his wedding.
I really have no concept of what I’d want at a wedding. I’ve always imagined it was a day for the bride to be special and celebrated, and then we move on. Maybe, however, there’s a crack in my cynicism now, and I’d imagine it as a day to exalt in the joy of having found “the one”. (I guess you can’t literally “na na boo boo” everyone and expect to get gifts for it)
To be continued….