Ok, today’s post is different and has nothing to do with psychology. Perhaps it does, perhaps it doesn’t… it has to do with a life changing experience, that came upon me.
While typing this post, there was the music of Mariah Carey, there can be miracles when you believe, playing on the stereo, as a background. I am smiling because, everyone knows that I am atheist/agnostic (somewhere in between), and I have no way to justify, reasons for writing this long winded post on miracles. More specifically, about those responsible for making other peoples miracles work.
I would like to call the kind of people, who appear almost out of the blues, and makes the private unachievable dreams of other people a reality, an angel. The picture I choose to head this post, just like all other pictures, is from the internet. However, I would like to bring to attention that, this picture does not have a “religious” form. It is selfless, just like the people/person I would like to talk about. It is form less. The picture that I selected brightens up the text below it, just like the angels I am trying so hard to talk about.
I was looking at the lyrics of the song “in the arms of an angel” by Sarah Mclachlan and found the following line:
“Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight?"
And then, I am suddenly stuck for words to describe the immense personal nature of my realization, that angels don’t come from heaven. They are among us. They do not have wings, they do not pray to god for guidance (perhaps they do, but I don’t know). They don’t go about each day saying, I will save the world. They do not look different (perhaps they do). They are simply other people, who appear one day, and make miracles in your own life, possible.
In the movie the city of angels, “Maggie Rich” did not believe in angels (neither do I, at least not the kind with wings), but then, she fell in love with one (the movie tells us that this kind of angel comes from a mystical land that’s beyond my comprehension). But more importantly, the love that’s represented in the movie, demonstrates the self-less love that the people I describe, so frequently have. The genuine caring and loving nature of the people I call, an angel.
Some of you who know me personally may wonder why have I gone so soft in the middle (suddenly), and am describing to you concepts of love, angels, and miracles. Words that are not somehow not typically associated with me nor is synonymous with the ‘core’ of me. But, when you encounter and cross the path of a beautiful human being, who suddenly changes the next decade of your life, you do go soft in the middle.
No words can express the way if feel today. It’s a mixture of elated happiness, and an euphorically joyous mood. You could say that I am in “seventh heaven”. Perhaps the angels have taken me home? (if that makes sense to you). I could not really describe to you the over joyous state I am in. not right now any way. Perhaps as time passes by, I could make more sense of this experience and write better. But for now, making you understand does not matter to me. At this very moment, I continue to live.
To the angel who makes life truly beautiful (you are going to think I am a bit corny, but that’s cool). thank you… I love you for the beautiful person that you are…