I just read the scariest quote ever:
“You reach a point,” she wrote me once, “where you cannot cry anymore, and you look around you at people your own age, and they’re not crying either. Something has been taken. And they are emptier. And they are grateful.” — Lorrie Moore, “What is Seized” from Self-Help: Stories
If I EVER feel this way, that will be the end of the end. I would rather go through immense pain and tears and suffering, than be empty and devoid of emotion.
The alarming thing is….I look back on all the passion and righteousness and strength of character I had ten years ago, and I can’t say that it’s all still the same. That makes me wonder: Ten years from now, will I still have one tenth of the capacity to feel as I do now?
You try not to let circumstance and experience numb you, but sometimes, it just happens.
Here’s the thing: When I’m 75 years old, in an old-folks home, with nothing left but memories, I still want to be full of heart, full of soul, overflowing with love. Let’s all make that a goal, shall we?
