two words: low expectations....lol...
i have been married nearly 30 yrs to the same person...we both know that at the end of the road, we will be with each other. simple as that.
Yeah, I understand that. Being together is the way it is until the long carriage ride begins with Emily as tour director of the hereafter.
Emily Dickinson (1830–86).
Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Four: Time and Eternity
XXVII
BECAUSE I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, 5
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring; 10
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible, 15
The cornice but a mound.
Since then ’tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.