Okay, we’re going to descend into that “dark place” for a little bit, so…if you’re not up to it, bail out right about now. Way back when, (1969) before a bunch of you were born, I took Pamela out for a movie date.
It was Her Majesty’s Secret Service, which got mixed reviews, though Pam and I loved it. In particular, we loved the variations of the song and score, which ran through it. Louis (don’t call him Louie… he didn’t like it)
Armstrong sang the song, “We have all the time in the world”. Funny thing is, musically, the song doesn’t match the lyrics…at all. The lyrics are positive and upbeat. We have ALL the time in the world!!! Unfortunately, if you’re into the bones upon which the lyrics are hung, all go down or into a minor key, which whispers in your ear that things aren’t what they seem. Have a listen with your mate: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMxRDTfzgpU
In 1969, Pamela and I were dating. We were infatuated with each other which is possibly the “shallow end of the pool” of where love begins. At first, you can’t stand a second without your mate. That’s infatuation, like it or not. Later, when you’ve been through years, decades of suffering, and you realize that your mate…who is not even close to being perfect, is your mate for the duration of your life. You say things to yourself, “C’mon…IF there’s a God…IF you’re listening, give me the cancer, give me the lymphedema, give me the pain.”
It’s no longer about mini skirts and eye shadow…… And while your brain is re-translating what life is all about, Mr. Armstrong comes on Spotify and tells you that, “We have ALL the time in the world” and the minor keys and the trailing off of each lyric burrow into your soul, and for the first time, you actually get it.
We don’t have all the time in the world…we really don’t. And it’s sad. If we’re really, really lucky, we get to find and link with our grand amour. If we’re really, really lucky, we luck-in to a life that leaves the world a little better from our having been here, and that’s about it. And then we’re gone.
Metaphorically, when Pamela and I began coming down to this Asheville, Black Mountain, this Old Fort area, we became infatuated. We loved the mountains, the humor, the kindness, but we didn’t see the sadness, and that’s perhaps the most appealing thing of the folks down here. If this place were a song, it would have terrific lyrics and humor and wisdom, but very, very much like Mr. Armstrong’s song, every lyric has a sadness built into it and the sadness is not what you get when you first move down.
Humor is the remedy. Humor is what makes the heart beat in this small bubble in the south. But sadness and resolve are what cause the humor, and you fall all the harder for that realization.
The longer we are here, the more we fall in love. What’s saddest of all is when you get to a point in life where you realize the truth of that song. It’s a lament. We don’t have all the time in the world. None of us does. Do what you’re gonna do. Go kiss your mate and really look into his or her eyes….while you still can.
P.S. Sadly, I have lost a couple of old friends this year……..no, not the way you might think. They are still walking the planet and sniffing the flowers. I hope they are, but they changed…or maybe we did……..or maybe it’s that they didn’t change, and in the blink of an eye, things, people and relationships can vanish. Appreciate your friends. Hug your mate! And appreciate your new friends; you can learn much.