It is always sad when someone of your aquaintence is rejected by the object of their passion, desire, love – call it what you will. I have never subscribed to the saying that it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. Experience, mine and from observation, prompts me to ask why? Why is it deemed a useful part of growing up to bring or to have pain inflicted on you? When it does happen to a friend you feel so helpless. Do you say nothing? After all words are so meaningless, they do not want to hear the usual cliches – least of all that,’ there are more fish in the ocean’. With me it brings back my own personal pain – even after two decades. How can you help? Do they need your help? A trouble shared….. A shoulder to cry on? A sympathetic ear? Will silence appear to reflect indifference? Does your pain for their suffering reflect your love for them?
My 2007 holiday brochure arrived yesterday. When you are retired you do tend to plan ahead ! Do I go on a 17 day tour of Northern Europe, or settle for less arduous 14 day tours of France or Spain/Portugal? What little is left of my maternal Norman and paternal Huguenot blood feels drawn to la belle france. I find Paris, like London to be intimidating to the tourist. I suppose that could be said of all capitals? Spain and its history are facinating – shall I toss a 2 euro piece, heads…..tails…? I will let you know soon!