Any given summer, the airways fill with songs about lust. Love
is now considered passé. Or perhaps that is my age talking. Every generation
thinks that they have the final word on love. We express this through music,
books, and movies. We all think that we were the ones who captured the formula
for self-expression. I have always looked somewhat askew at the proclamation of
1967 as the ‘Summer of Love’. "How could that be," my ego screams, I was just a
wee babe too insignificant to explain to the minions what love truly is. Then I
remember people were expressing their feelings about love long before I took a
tour on this planet; and will continue to do so, long after I am gone. Yet I am
sure at one time or another, most humans have wondered why something as natural
as love, requires an often very public display of proclamation. I absolutely
know that I don’t know the answer to that question. Love is often defined as
singular, measured, traditional, and must be publicly acclaimed over and over again;
least someone wonder if minds and hearts have strayed. So we dedicate holidays
to love, write sonnets, poems, and songs about the mere feeling of love. If
that isn’t enough,we carve our words of love in rings, bracelets, even inti innocent
trees, just to make sure our love is imprinted for ever for the world to see.
However, in reality, love can be messy, fractured,
splintered, and carved out in very uneven slices of emotional pie. Love comes
with constant challenges, interruptions, temptations, and sometimes stiff penalties.
Love is like life, the sweetness of it is often tempered by depth, time, space
and limitations.
What do I know of love? Not much. My soul bank account can
attest to that. I am overdrawn far more often than I am flushed with funds. Yet
my wisdom, limited though it may be, is meant to be shared, so here it is;
Love is often unrequited, because life doesn't allow
everything to happen.
Love is often momentary…..
That moment.
During that time.
For that reason
Love is often painful. Because you can't always have what
you want, nor should you.
Love is often blurry. You know what you feel. You know why
you shouldn't, but that doesn't stop the tears from falling.
Love is often disappointing, because your heart and soul
don't always share the same orbit.
Love refuses to stay in containers in a dark room never to
be exposed outside of designated rooms.
Love grows in unexpected places for unexpected
reason.
Love will keep you alive, although it also might make you
pray for death
Love comes with a side order of guilt, scandal, and if you
really have it bad.... burnt offerings.
You will never understand love and rarely will you have love
meet you where you are. We chase it, it chases us. We catch it and then
sometimes carelessly toss it away. Then we mourn for it. Love will hurt you in
more ways than you can describe the word pain. In the end I implore you to follow your soul over and over
again. It will take you to the place where love resides. Your heart will follow…
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