We all experience our own lives through our own lens, through our own perspective. We get caught up in it, engulfed by it, and that is who we become, and that is who we are. But behind that veil of day to day motion and commotion, there exists an invisible vein that connects all of us on a much deeper level than anything physical or mental. I contest that it exists on a metaphysical level. It is something spiritual. Something vibrational. Something magic. It's something that I feel and have always felt, and I can only assume that other people in the world feel it too. It's that connectivity between human beings that transcends all other emotions, and exposes itself in the most human form: love.
Thoughts run rampant `round the skull, day in and day out, during a hockey season. The weeks fly by. We practice and we play. We rest for a day, and then we are right back at it. We are here now, right in the thick of things. It's approaching mid-January, and we are well into the season. But we are far from close to that end goal, that prize waiting at the end, that elusive trophy, that shining silver brilliance.