'Carousels'

No one seems to want to see him anymore, you know. But he's there the whole time dispensing advice so freely--the passionate sort of advice that you'd get from people on their deathbeds, as if any day now could be his last. He says that love isn't what it used to be, that love is just getting too exclusive. That nowadays, love is incomplete and people are just blind to the concept of it being so. He talks about Jesus' ministry, and I can see why people are just avoiding him. It could be one of the reasons. We can't seem to take up our crosses, he says: to love those who are unclean and hungry; to love those who we find embarrassing and unlikable. That we could never bring ourselves to speak the truth when it hurts; that we could never bring ourselves to love, without judging. That we could not humble ourselves enough to be taken advantage of when we love. That we could not love without limits.

He talks like that and says, Love and suffer for that love. And still: love, love and love. But not many of them listen, you know, and those who do think him crazy.

For me, I think people are just falling out of love too easily nowadays when something adverse gets in the way of the relationship. Sometimes it's just because it isn't going the way that they want. That easily. They leave without fighting that adversity, as if the relationship was a bad decision made in the first place, something that they could neither face up to, nor admit, to anyone else. So easily.

I pray that I'm wrong.

I thought about all that as I alternated between staring up into the sky and watching passersby and buses during that one hour or so of waiting on that uneventful Friday night. Thought about what it would be like, to be on an airplane each time one flew by.

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