Dear Void

To begin, it has been so long since I blogged that I forgot the user name to get on to Blogger. Is it because I've had nothing to say or is it because I've attached myself to Facebook? Or is it something else?

This afternoon I was watching "You've Got Mail." A good movie, although I would argue that the original "The Shop Around the Corner" has charms that the Ephron sisters missed. Having said that, there are phrases from "You've Got Mail" that haunt me.

When was the last time your heart beat faster because someone sent you a card or a letter or an email? When did someone last write to you in words that were nearly poetic and the mere reading of them made you feel somehow more clever, smarter? Is life ever like the movies? Our memories sometimes appear to be as charming as romantic comedies but were they really?

There's a moment when Kathleen Kelly writes to NY152... "Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life, well- valuable, but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question into the void. So good night, dear void."

Sometimes I wonder about my own life. It's pretty small as well. Is there something else I am supposed to be doing? I don't know the answer to the question. Don't know that anyone else does either. But I send it out anyway... into the cosmic void.