Simple Truths in Saccharine Sweet Syntax
Sometimes truth is to be found hidden in jagged rocks of 19th century philosophy, encrusted in gigantic Germanic sentences, obscured by words we’ve never fully understood the meaning of. But just as often, I find, there is wise counsel in everyday language, no more sophisticated than a Hallmark card.
“A happy life is just a string of happy moments. But most people don’t allow the happy moment, because they’re so busy trying to get a happy life.” – Abraham Hicks
At once profound and banal – there is also the introductory voice-over of a soap opera that has been running since 1965, almost exactly as long as I’ve been alive. “Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of Our Lives.”
And from around the same era, a song reverberating in my subconscious mind since singing it for my middle school graduation ceremony:
If the hands of time were hands that I could hold,
I’d keep them warm and in my hands,
They’d not turn cold!
Hand in hand we’d choose the moments that should last,
The lovely moments that should have no future and no past!
The summer from the top of a swing,
The comfort and the sound of a lullaby,
The innocence of leaves in the spring,
…All the happy days would never learn to fly,
Until the hands of time would choose to wave good-bye!