And I understand now, maybe not completely, but more, that in times of overwhelming joy, immobile sadness, hysterical laughter, absolute fear, and sometimes just perfect quiet there is Life. Real Life. And it really is that simple. I take my gift now. I go live.
I feel like a really messed up but, that’s why I wrote all this craziness anyway. I wrote it because life goes on. I wrote it because people change and people leave, and new things come along. I wrote it because when Tony Bennet sings or when the Philharmonic plays under a beautifully moonlit Central Park sky, or some unknown saint disguised as your everyday passerby stops to say a kind word in a time of need, you know someone’s out there.