The Fact of the Matter Is
Jun 5, 2005
Frailty in the world always touched her- the weightlessness of a dying sparrow the pinkgum smile of an old man reaching apologetically for his dentures. the close-to-crumbling veins on a brown leaf floated off an autumn tree. It was the bravery that got to her. That things so weak dared to exist in the midst of this careless world took her breath away and filled her heart and stomach and throat with a tender aching love that sometimes seemed unbearable. She wished she could protect them all. Spread her arms like a maternalwarrior and draw them into a fiercely safe embrace. But something deep inside her knew- they were not in need of her protection- and wherever she saw weakness without it was merely a reflection of weakness within. In the end it was really her own vulnerablity that touched her. Her tendency to tremble before transience. Her tendency to turn it tragical (and no. that isn't a word. but it could be).Try not to adulterate Love with pity.
when she thought of it like that it always made her feel briskly sensible.
(but the fact of the matter is it isn't always easy to be matter-of-fact).
Try not to adulterate Love with pity.
