Love
Monday 14 August 2000
It's 9.30pm. Debbie's asleep. Matthew's asleep. I should be working. I should be doing my accounts. I should be learning stuff.
I'm sitting listening to Belle and Sebastian on my discman. I'm sitting wanting to write here.
I'm seeing the world anew again. There's been moments in the past two years where I've almost cleared away the clouds — but not like this. Not like this.
I finally think I've conquered demons. I finally think I can smile at temptation and walk on by.
What's fame, fortune or fucking up against the sensuous joy of wrapping your body around your loved one on a cold winter's night?
If you don't have someone you can cry with, share music with or laugh with … go find them and when you do, keep them and work with them and don't let them go if you can possibly help it.
What possible delight in life compares with that of hearing your own child laugh completely unselfconsciously as they make a joke with you?
Sometimes you truly don't know what you have until you nearly lose it.
If you get a second chance, take it. If you find love, keep it. It you see clearly, keep your eyes fixed on where the sun's going and follow it.