Yeah. That's right. Me, alias "Matchmaker". Looking to match my best friend (pic #2) with you or your associate, friend, comrade, BFF, etc. He's circa 1961, super athletic, outgoing and dependable. A giver, not a taker. Responsible. Non-drinker. Cubs fan. Like most of these profiles a picture is worth 1,000 words and the in person "chemistry" thing is the initial step in even reading this text further.
The rest is just my standard boilerplate.
Your attitude, not your aptitude, will determine your altitude.
“It's funny how, in this journey of life, even though we may begin at different times and places, our paths cross with others so that we may share our love, compassion, observations, and hope. This is a design of God that I appreciate and cherish.”
Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
3 Reflections for you.
The Ancient one:
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.-
from The Dark, Blue Sea - Lord Byron
From today's "poetry" (music):
"Swing Life Away"
Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
And see if you remember this 1972 classic:
I'll never find the words my love
To tell you how I feel my love
Mere words could not explain
You held my life within your hands
Created everything I am
Taught me how to live again
Ravinia during its season is the best venue possible in all of Chicagoland. Of interest would be volunteering for a worthy cause.
Remember, there is Joy in the Journey. If you lost it, it can be found. If you've never found it, find someone who has.
From Sonnet 116:
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds...