You know this morning I woke up with a song in my head. A song I haven't heard since I watched TV on the regular. I remember commercials coming on for "Time Life's Remember The 80's" collection. Peabo Bryson, Air Supply, Journey, Peter Cetera etc etc. One tune they would always play a snippet of was Journey's "The Search Is Over". Back in my days as a more "fanatic" believer, I would attribute that song to God but giving it a better listen...I don't think it fits lol This is the song I woke to. 7AM and "The Search Is Over". Truth is after my last run, I've stopped looking altogether. I guess I feel it's got to hit me hard in order for me to ever even consider letting go like that again. Not something to feel bad about...just a reality.
Out of curiosity, I get on youtube and start playing this song. I find myself just running through the classics and re-imagining myself the love starved teen that used to call in to the radio station to have them play a song or two I had missed. I needed to complete my mix tape. I remember badgering the DJ of Z100. I needed him to play Reo Speedwagon's "In My Dreams". I HAD to have that on tape but I kept missing it. He got so tired of my constant calling, he broke it into his roster right after my ninth call. I missed the beginning but at least I was able to get it. I really hope the girl I gave the tape to realizes the effort I put into it...maybe not lol
Yet something hit me as I'm watching these videos. What world did these people live in? Almost every video has a white sandy beach, wind in the hair, white shirts, linen pants and summer dresses. Last I looked, NYC doesn't have any white sandy beaches and as for linen pants? They're a b*tch to keep wrinkle free. I guess the big hair dude never really had to sit anywhere for too long. On top of that, they are singing in the middle of nowhere. You know they have to have money to have a band follow them out to this sandy beach or at least a good karaoke machine. You know then that these young cats must've had a great deal of money to burn to be able to accomplish such a perfect setting. Well, this is what my generation grew up believing was the pinnacle of romance. It's not bullsh*t. One can create those moments with time and money...but what has greater value?
All that is great. You can have those moments. They do exist and they do occur...from time to time. Problem is that for some, everything else is never enough. The light meaningful touch in the morning is just a touch. The everyday "I love you" is just a bunch of words. Carrying her to bed at night is just routine and the elation of just having her next to me...is boring. You see this is what you do when you don't have the sandy beach. When you don't have the mind nor the time to do the things together you would like to because the real world saps you of any room to breathe. You make the most of every second you can spare. Your time together in a busy world is enough to sustain the devoted heart. The look of "I'm glad you're here" is enough to keep you elated for a whole week. The meaningful hug you gave me before I left that morning is enough to keep me smiling until I come back home for more. Without these things, your white sandy beach, summer dress, big hair and linen pants mean absolutely nothing. If you can't find romance in the smallest of details, then what good will it do you if you only look for it within your "perfect setting". Don't ever let your love become conditional. Don't ever let the lack of a "perfect setting" interrupt your desire if your partner is doing what they can to make the small moments count. Appreciating and reciprocating those moments is one of the keys to making love last...trust me I know...
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