There was this lovely line from a beautiful song in a home movie I was viewing last night. It was the standout Broadway play-cum-movie....“Rent“. That special line stood out for me and I couldn’t forget it.
Isn’t it that so much goes on in our lives that we often get lost in it? But at a certain point we come to a stop, don't we, and see how far we’ve gone, what we’ve done, or where else we’re heading. Friends I know offer this lame excuse about ‘today is all that matters’ and one doesn't need to bother looking back. I think that's a lie. I know that in the dead of night when you’re all alone and things don’t seem to come out the way you expect them to, you think about it, you wonder, you ask questions. We do look back and we do think about tomorrow. As we stand in the present wondering how do we make count or measure the years that pass.
Back to the song, it goes on to say, rather it poses a question --- is it measured in…..??
Cups of coffee
The life of friends
Truth that she learned
Bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
Or how he had loved
So how do we measure a year in our life? The song ends in saying “It is measured in love”.
Yes indeed --- in how we love others or selfishly not, in how we love ourselves and sometimes not, and in how we receive love or often foolishly won’t. Love no matter the measure is how we live our lives.
:-) Ready for #8? It's just around the corner.
posted on Saturday, December 16, 2006 1:38 PM