We all live such elaborate lives with wild
ambitions in our sights. My wild ambitions have, for as long as I can remember, been to
live in a location far from the mid-west or to own my own business. That list
goes on- such wild ambitions I create for my life.
We all live in extravagant times. Yes, yes, we do.
Technology makes my days seem even more extravagant. But then again, what is the measure of extravagance?
To me, extravagance in life is being blessed enough
to recognize my blessings. My blessings consist largely of the people I choose
to share my days with. Everyone believes they have the best friends and I am no
different.
I have, for quite some time now, been in
deliberation with myself as to whether or not to chase one of my wild ambitions
and move away or to recognize my blessings here. Each hug from my god daughter,
each beer with my cousins, each game of Bananagram with my friends, each cup of
coffee with my aunts, each downtown antiquing trip with my parents, each late
night conversation, each laugh, each movie night, each dinner party- makes it
harder for me to considering moving my life from this place.
Maybe it was some elaborate twist of fate that
brought me back to this place- home. Whatever the case, I find that I am
feeling more at ease with the thought of sticking around. Spending some of
December in France may change this thought, however, that is still a few months
away. For now, I’m settling down and making this place my home because I know I’m
not alone.
“We all lead such elaborate lives
wild ambitions in our sights
How an affair of the heart survives
days apart and hurried nights
Seems quite unbelievable to me
I don't want to live like that
seems quite unbelievable to me
I don't want to love like that
I just want our time to be
slower and gentler, wiser, free
We all live in extravagant times
playing games we can't all win
Unintened emotional crimes
Take some out, take others in
We all lead such elaborate lives
We don't know whose words are true
Strangers, lovers, husbands, wives
Hard to know who's loving who “
…
- Aida
