what one can do...

So...apparently I was wrong. I can get through it all. Straight from beginning to end. Not even a tear was shed. Though, I came close when she opened the ring. Has anything changed? Has it changed me? Should it have a profound effect? I think it is simply an end. That's the beautiful thing about a play. There is a beginning and a middle and an end. There is an end. Life...not so much. There is no end until you die. And I have learned to love life enough to hope that there is no end in sight.

The road goes ever on. - JRRTolkien

The allusions are in rapid fire. And surprising. The characters I feel could be deeper. More rounded. But this is not life. Or is it?

That fine line between words on a page and the lives they represent. That sharp edge, that knife, dividing personal ideas from public domain. The joy of small things and wide expanses. Of living life, not just surviving. When the day to day is no longer a chore but the substance of living.

We are all travelling on the road. Sorting as we go, the good from the bad, the right from the wrong, the want from the need, and the can from the cannot.

"The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that some day. And me, for example, I can let you drown, but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy?" - Captain Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl