He who binds to himself a joy,
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies,
Lives in eternity’s sunrise
Thinking about today’s daily prompt, I remembered the poem from William Blake that I learned by heart in school. It’s a short poem that reminds me to enjoy a moment without trying to hold on to it. (Selfishly) holding on to things of pleasure is useless. They pass, things change. That’s a fact of life. You shouldn’t be sad about things that pass, but cherish the good moments you have and once had.
Posted in response to Today’s Daily Prompt: By Heart – You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?
Last week I heard a story about an Italian man. This latin lover is pursuing women in an expat community. He’s smooth: when dropping his children at school in the morning, he makes contact with the stay-at-home-mums in the playground. He starts chatting them up and, so far, there are at least two victims.
One of the women realised she wanted to end the affair and got back together with her husband. The other woman is still dreaming of a future with her latin lover. He will probably never leave his wife though; they seem to be in an ‘open marriage’.
I don’t know why this story kept going through my mind all week. I am appalled by the impudence of this guy. It feels a bit like he is preying on women at a vulnerable point in their lives. But I also wonder why these women risk so much: their marriages, their family life and possibly their children’s well-being. They risk it for a man who won’t commit himself to them; he will probably be a latin lover (of the unfaithful kind) for the rest of his life.
I know I am judging without knowing all the facts. I probably shouldn’t, but I am trying to make sense of this. I do understand that when you’re in an unhappy marriage, this sort of affair may feel like a great adventure, making you feel alive again. But isn’t it a bit too much to leave your husband and family for a fling? Don’t let being in love blind you. Get to your senses and hurry back to what you have and hold dear. The grass isn’t always greener at the other side of the fence.
Today’s Daily Prompt: Second-Hand Stories – What’s the best story someone else has recently told you (in person, preferably)? Share it with us, and feel free to embellish — that’s how good stories become great, after all.
Mist hangs over de river. The haze is blurring the view of trees and dykes in the landscape. In the distance, the bridge has a faint red colour. The dark night withdraws, while the day arrives cautiously.
The early morning train will take me to the airport. An exiting day ahead. I have a lot of preparation to do, but it’ll be worth it.
After shopping and tidying the house, I will prepare the food. My fridge will be filled with drinks, the wood stove will burn and we will gather in the drawing room. Enjoying each other’s company.
Four friends, long lost, but found again. A lot of talking, sharing and catching up. There’s definitely going to be tears. Possibly some due to sadness, but probably most will be tears of joy.
Daily Prompt: Trio No.3
She’s seven now. This year, her mam told her she can be whatever she wants to be. They are browsing the sewing magazines. So many costumes, so many choices. Her mother points out the costumes she likes. A nurse, a fairy. “What about a bumble bee, that’s cute!” Her mom adds. And there are so many princess costumes. “Do you want to be the prettiest princess in school?” Maud doesn’t like the costumes. She doesn’t want to be a princess. Maud wants to be the queen.
Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Masks Off
Photo Prompt – Friday Fictioneers
Dad drives our camper. He’s looking for a place to park. I hope we’ll stay near the pond. I can watch the birds after dinner. I like birds. Sometimes I wish I were a bird, that I could fly anywhere I wanted, stay wherever I liked. Not this, always traveling.
Wouldn’t it be nice to make friends? I like my brother, but he is so small. And mom and dad are always discussing grown-up things I shouldn’t hear. But I know they are afraid, afraid they will find us. And that’s why we move, every day, to another home.
I ‘found’ this story by typing away for ten minutes: the Ready, Set, Done-assignment of today’s Daily Prompt. The editing took much longer than that…
Today’s Daily Prompt: A stranger knocks on your door, asking for directions from your home to the closest gas station (or café, or library. Your pick!). Instead of the fastest and shortest route, give him/her the one involving the most fun detours.
Why would you want to do that? Or am I being too practical here? Why would you send somebody on a detour when he or she just wants to get to the nearest facility? I wouldn’t. But I can think of situations in which I would suggest a detour:
If a stranger knocks on my door and asks for directions to the nearest seaside town, I will tell him to take the motorway south. That is the fastest route to get to the beach. But if he wants to enjoy the journey, he should take the touristic route. He could visit the cute villages and historic towns and have an afternoon tea. He could visit Jane Austen’s house or detour through the New Forest to see the ponies.
But I would definitely let this stranger decide to either fast-forward to the sea or to take some time to view the beautiful landscape.