this story made me happy and sad at the same time.
happy because it's just such a delightful little anecdote; and sad because the woman never had the chance to open the envelope, smile at the cute picture on the front, and gush over the loving words on the back. by the time it arrived, she was already dead. :(
granted, a missing Christmas card probably made no difference in this woman's life, but what if it was something greater and less tangible?
what if the words we want to say never get said? and that people never hear the truth? what if we stayed quiet under the assumption that the truth would never make a difference, when in fact it would've made all the difference in the world? it's a shame that fear restrains us in such an inconvenient manner. fear is supposed to be on our side. it's our biological defense against the harms that surround us, but it can work against us so magnificently, as well.
i guess it's a part of being human to make decisions and live with whatever outcome they may lead. i fear that i'm not ready to make certain decisions, yet, and that is why i'm dangling in the midst of a comfortable uncertainty.
people always say that, "you'll never find out until you ask."
so what about the situations where you thrive entirely on hope, rather than a definite truth? do things always need to be said in order to be valid? and is the truth black or white, or does it lie on a continuum? ... like our feelings?
sometimes, it's just nice to hear it.
"but for now, let me say,
without hope or agenda,
just because it's Christmas,
and at Christmas you tell the truth -
to me, you are perfect,
and my wasted heart will love you."
♥ love is all you need.
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