I’ve been thinking about romance today. Buffalo Dick wrote a comment on my last post which alluded to romance and reality being at different ends of a spectrum and that got me thinking… Is then romance not real?
I remember when I was little I used to live in a day dream land, in which romance was the lead character. As I grew up that world was not where I lived any more, but more so something that walked by me, like a shadow, which I could tap into whenever I wanted but which did not engulf me. As years went on and I fell in love and got my heart broken and broke a few hearts of my own, that world became yet more distanced. I grew up, reality hit, professions, jobs, responsibility and failed relationships all took a toll and my romance dream land seemed to evaporate.
Today if someone asks if I am romantic I smile, think about it and most probably answer no, when the truth is I was born one and something happened to me along the way. The dream, the one we have when are little, doesn’t always come true, and when we come to realize this is so, that’s when romance dies a little.
Ok, so the dream might take another shape, might not really come true the way I envisioned it, but does that mean there’s nothing left for me to be than jaded, cynical and wary? Hell no. I will be dammed if I am going to spend this life being bitter and resentful for what was not. I need to believe again, to go back to where I was as a little girl, to recover romance and make it real. Romance can be real. I know it. I’ve seen it. I’ve live it. So why not believe it again?
I’ll leave you with this, tell me what you think.