Just so often, there comes along a genuinely sweet incident or book or essay or something that makes me believe for about half a day that yes, true love does exist in this world after all.
The latest such thing to catch my fancy isn't even about romantic love though. It's just about... love. The words might be clichéd as hell, but they make sense don't they?
"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around. "~ Hugh Grant in the opening scene of Love Actually
No wonder I like airports!
We keep looking for that funny feeling called love, or what we think is happiness, when most of the time, it's right there before us. All we really need to do it is reach out and grasp it, which sadly, doesn't work out too often.
Now, if only I acted on all that I talk about. Life would be so much simpler.