23:21 - Jan. 07, 2007
no greater death
they say the greatest death is that of hope. and what is heartache, at its core, but the death of dreams, and hope? when i walked in that church for the first time, and cried at chopin’s first note under his fingers, my grief was released and hope was born again; in that moment, my hope was born again. and since that moment i have been considering marriage as a possibility in my life; marriage with a harmonious home and joy and children. i have been playing violin again, and playing piano again; i’ve been listening to classical music again, and reading books about it. i have been becoming myself in a way i’ve so long neglected, but so needed, and there is hope in my heart again; there is hope i may love and have love and be taken by it and live in it, surrounded and consumed by it. and if hope has no greater death, then perhaps the same can me said of its birth.
