I was once told that life is a series of short, intense experiences. The time we spend in between those such experiences, the daily grind, is because life can not be intense every day as it loses meaning – what an intriguing way to describe all those things we go through that do not occur daily: birthdays, deaths, heartbreaks, joy, loss, discovery etc.
So many things change in 24 hours.
People die, for one.
(I must admit that Daul’s suicide has had more bearing on me emotionally than I would care to admit. She was someone whose life was a constant string of such experiences with very little down time, and it got me pondering if that down time is in fact more important than we make it to be. What must it be like, to come to complete darkness with nothing left in sight? Her story is such a tragedy and I wish it did not end the way it has.)
On a brighter note my weekend has been one such short, intense experience. A positive one, rather, with someone whom there is no one I can imagine wanting to spend more time with. It was over in a blink.
And I guess like everyone else I live for the next short, intense experience.
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Hi Stef
Daul’s suicide has affected many. Like you, I cannot understand why she chose that path. Her blog is now closed to public. She led such a beautiful transient existence and I hope people will always remember her that way.
Cyn
PS: Nice choice of picture in the last post
PPS: You’re looking fantastic!
Cyn!
Thanks.
Somehow I thought of you when I pulled that picture out :)