Sometimes "real" is our desire for a particular and preferred frame of reference to materialize. Our expectations may cause us to spend years believing the frame will be realized only because we once had it and want it again. Real is when we cease to wait for something to frame up. Waiting =/= Living. ~Zest of Life
I once leapt from the bow of a sailboat to the bow of another sailboat, where the owner had been knocked overboard and the boat was sailing away, unmanned. Now that I am older, I think about how dangerous that was - and how terribly exciting.
There was never enough time. A lifetime would be too short I know. It starts with "hi" and then a "hi" returned and time simply vanishes in moments spent together.. I wish you would say it. A life now without your voice is empty.