John F.
Kennedy International Airport, New York (JFK)
To have and
to hold, what does that even mean? Love
is sacrifice. This might be an unpopular
thing to say, but it is true. By
choosing to make this sacrifice, and, yes, love is always a choice. We may not be able to choose with whom we
fall in love, but we have have the choice in our actions. By choosing to make this sacrifice, by choosing
to let someone in to our lives, by choosing to hold and cherish the special
person we have in our life, both partners enrich their lives. So, that’s where the controversy comes into
play, because is this choice really a sacrifice? Sure we give up certain things, but we get so
much more in return. In order to have
and to hold, we have to want we have, we have to want to hold it.
By that definition, since we gain so much,
maybe it’s not really a sacrifice, but I think it is. In order to be in a position to gain that
much, we must also be in a position to lose everything. Tomorrow’s entry will focus on “For Better,
For Worse,” and anyone who lives up to that, who holds on to what they have for
better, for worse will never have to worry about losing what they have. It is with that in mind that I embark on this
trip to Oregon to celebrate my brother’s wedding, so that they can have and
hold for the rest of their lives.
A year
ago, when I was last in Oregon, I had started dating the girl I thought I was
going to marry. We had and we held, but
it was not enough. There was no for
better, for worse. She went through too
much for worse, and she wouldn’t let me be there for her when she was for
worse. I went to Antarctica. When I came back, she no longer wanted to
have or to hold. She has found someone
else now. Will she want to have and to
hold him, for better, for worse? I don’t
know, and I don’t care. I am happily
alone right now. This time tomorrow, I
will be surrounded by friends and family, by five of the six people I love most
in the world. You know who you are, and
the sixth one should know who she is, too.
She’s the only person I’ve ever told I’ve loved, in any context, in this
calendar year.
There are so many
philosophical themes I could explore on this, but the most important one will
make it into my rehearsal dinner speech.
I won’t spoil the surprise, but it is pretty much useless to
philosophize on love. Love might be
rational (not a typo), but relationships work very empirically. They either work, or they don’t. It doesn’t matter why. I’m tired of sifting through the
relationships that don’t work, for now at least. When I find someone worth having and holding,
great. Until then, I have my friends and
my family.
Fuck, I can’t right about the
events of last night in the Travelogue, but, let’s just say it ended with my
friend crashing on my floor. It was the
first time he legally bought a bottle of alcohol in the United States. The bottle did not last the night. He was gone when I woke up, and I rushed to
pack and get ready. I had a fairly
productive day at work and a busy extended lunch hour. First, I had to get a new pair of glasses,
and they didn’t have the kind I like in my brand. Then I went to get my wedding speeches bound,
two speeches. Next, I got my departure
lunch at Hop Won. Then I lit up my H.
Upmann and walked back to the FedEx Office to get the binders. I resumed my cigar and headed to the cigar
store, where I picked up some sticks for the trip. Next, I had to get my shoes shined. I finished the cigar during the shine, and
the guy was a real comedian. What do a meteorologist
and a woman always have in common? All
they want to know is how long it’s going to last and how many inches. Jokes like that. I gave him a nice tip since he kept me
amused.
I finished up at work, picking
up my glasses and a cupcake in the process, and then headed to the
airport. Traffic wasn’t too bad, and I
breezed through security. I headed to
the gate, where I wrote an emergency proposal and proceeded to write this
entry, which I will now close so that I can write a few more proposals and
board.
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