You and I have a choice. Careful now, our choice will outlive us. And it’s effects will be far reaching. We would do best to consider all those who are not privy to this discussion, for they too have a great stake in it. Still, first and foremost my thoughts are those of happiness.
We might be happy. As one flesh we might grow entwined, and once entwined we might each reach up higher then we might have done alone. We might laugh at, and with each other until we cried… we might cry for, to, and with each other as long as we live…we might live for, to, and with …eachother…laughing all the while. We would make all we needed, just the two of us! We could live apart from all the rest! We could be an island unto ourselves; secure, self sufficient, and totally content.
An island all our own is indeed a beautiful image. But such is the nature of islands. The beauty of an island paradise conceals the proximity of sudden doom inherent in such beauty. Islands are not known for their placid nature; quite the opposite, islands are known for their violence. Molten rock is the basis of all islands. The lava that has run down the slopes hardens and becomes stable over time, but no volcano is ever totally dormant. There is always some heat straining to escape.
This is as it should be, is it not? For that is part of what makes it paradise…Forgive me my dear, I digress…
With all this energy trapped inside, islands often burst from within, spraying hot fire from their core, blanketing the paradise in black veil of ash for years to come. It is also quite common to see an island ravaged by external forces, such as a hurricane, or a typhoon. Each individual plant, structure and person put asunder with such force and in such a manor that nothing can ever again join them together.
Islands do not become tranquil once one removes the cataclysmic events. Also there are seasonal monsoons, with their predictable, but unavoidable destruction. To spend months planning and have it all come to naught; that is sure to happen many times. Are you ready to bear that with me? Do you think that I am strong enough to bear it without faltering or fading? Without loosing what has brought me here? If there is any doubt; speak now, or forever hold your peace.
All this we might bear without too much difficulty. But land changes over time. As molten rock hardens on the surface, the landscape changes. New terrestrial features form. Could we adapt to that? Would we be able to accept the ultimate responsibility?
For there is so many mistakes we could make. So much pain we could feel… and worse, pain we might inflict on a life yet unmade. I pray to God I never see that day. I do not know how I could bear it… but looking at you, I cannot think on all of that. I am quite sure that tear you now shed has drowned all my doubts.
We might be strong enough to accept innocence, inexperience, and questioning with tolerance and understanding. Give it the answers it deserves. Be truthful, honest, and calm. Rule our emotions, for an outburst of no more then thirty seconds duration will be recorded by people much more important then St. Peter. We must decide to live only for the monumental task that we will one day be able to hold by the hand as it walks for the first time. Each day will demand that the vows we take this night to ourselves be renewed amidst whatever internal or external chaos we face. Each day will bring new fears and troubles, real and imagined. Are you ready? If we succeed, we will breed kindness, and understanding as well as give faith in the goodness of people in general to the one in particular, and hundreds by example. We might know comfort in old age, we might have something to look upon with joy until the day we are free of these mortal shackles, when the vines untwine, and we sink into the tropical sunset. Once again, you and I.
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Submission Name: You and I
