It seems that, much as we dream of romantic love, the world is no longer a romantic place. What with the hustle and bustle, who can make time? What with working overtime just to keep your job so you can pay for that new BMW, who has the leisure? What with catching the latest football, baseball or hockey game, who can focus? What with worrying about far away wars, politics dividing us, and fear of another financial crisis, who can stop running long enough? What with the gender, race and class warfare, who can walk across the divide?
Yet, a few of us still hold love in our hearts. A few of us still smile for no reason. A few of us still see Spirit in a rainbow, the roar of the surf, the clouds shaped like animals, and even the people rushing by. A few of us still open doors, still pull out chairs, still walk on the outside of the sidewalk. A few of us still send flowers just because we thought of you, still text you just to say “hi”, still think of you throughout the day. A few of us still dream. And therein lies the promise.
In the end, perhaps being romantic is an expression of self-love and self-respect.
It’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love. – Every Day, D. Levitan
As always, I welcome your feedback and comments and hope you fall in love with yourself – Jean-Pierre
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