Staying Open To Being Deliriously Happy

Every now and then I read something that is written without flaw. Words that not only captivate my attention, but reside with me. Their message illuminates everything I admire in another person. You relate to their naked truths. Their first-hand accounts. Experiences that you find yourself comparing your own life alongside of. I love how they string together their words so effortlessly. I love how simple and beautiful they make it sound. But most of all, I love how powerful and how heartfelt their sentiments truly are. Without a doubt, this conversation is one of them.

The face of the deliriously happy and very beautiful Claire Forlani.

Father: It's not what you say about Drew. It's what you don't say.

Daughter: Maybe you're not listening.

Father: Oh, yes, I am. There's not an ounce of excitement, not a... whisper of a thrill. And this relationship has all the passion of a pair of titmice. I want you to get swept away out there. I want you to levitate. I want you to...sing with rapture and dance like a dervish.

Daughter: Oh, that's all.

Father: Yeah. Be deliriously happy, or at least leave yourself open to be.

Daughter: Okay. "Be deliriously happy." I shall, uh...I shall do my utmost.

Father: I know it's a cornball thing. But love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head, and you listen to your heart. And I'm not hearing any heart. 'Cause the truth is, honey, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, 'cause if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.

Daughter: Bravo!

Father: Oh, you're tough.

Daughter: I'm sorry. Okay. Give it to me again, but the short version this time.

Father: Okay. Stay open. Who knows? Lightning could strike.

Daughter: Yeah?

Father: Yeah.

Although it's a scene from a Hollywood script, there is nothing fake about the message given. I've been "deliriously happy" before, so I know such a love exists. I know it to be true. Past experience has taught me so. It's opened my eyes to what I'm looking for. Why I refuse to settle until I find it. It's why I stay open. Definitely. Because you never know.

(I should note, as I am writing this post, a storm has just started here. I wonder if they are calling for any lightning?)