“The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.” ~ J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
I’ve been thinking about the dreaded word again, it’s only natural, it being almost “that” holiday again. I know, I hate it when I do this. I think some of you hate it too. Love. Love is a subject that’s been trivialized, dramatized, glorified and traumatized, and that’s just on my blog. Heck, more than half the time I know I am half-deluded on exactly what it is, and isn’t. I reckon for the most part, we can’t see it if it slapped us upsides our head and yelled “I’m standing right here in front of you for crying out loud!” Because, gee, isn’t love supposed to knock us off our feet and make us swoon? Now Jay, I know it’s been a while, but some of my long time readers may remember him, he was certainly swoon worthy, at least Katy the wonder dog sure acted that way. But it wasn’t love, was it? Isn’t a guy supposed be all packaged neat in a tall, slim, witty, masculine [insert whatever adjective here] package? I think often we’ve all gotten so lost in the dream we fail to recognize it’s real version anymore.
Love is all around us, it always has been. It’s in the special efforts our friends make toward us, just for a smile. It’s in the laughter of a young child and in the faith they put in us that we will protect them above all costs. It’s most definitely in nature, the serenading birds, and the winds as they whisper their secrets through the trees, the sun on a wintry day as it bends low to kiss our faces warmly. It’s in the “how are you?” a complete stranger offers up as they pass us by, you know, those moments when they actually listen to your response. Love is all around us.
I’ve seen so many women dazed with this expectation of what love SHOULD be, sometimes myself included. We believe we “aren’t complete” without a man and so we grab and discard in the attempt to find the partner who will make us “whole.” Seriously, look in a full length mirror, I guarantee that’s not a part of a human looking back at you. We are born whole, along the way we removed little pieces and parts that we believe are lacking in our inane pursuit of being someone we perceive to be better, but underneath our misguided misconception, we are indeed, still whole. The problem with thinking someone else can make us whole is only we can put back the pieces we removed, we are the sole commanders of our own destiny’s. Only we can truly be our own soul mate.
The take from? Yeah, I suppose I’ve traveled this far, might as well kick it in. Lately, in my virtual life and my real one, I’ve seen quite a few women give themselves to men who clearly didn’t give a wooden nickel for them or in the politically correct side, weren’t as “invested” in (or for that matter even free to be with) them. They settled for pieces of a relationship thinking that’s all they could get/need/want. There is one thing I know with all of my heart. Love. A relationship should bring you joy, not every once in a while, but pretty much most of the time. Love never requires you to lose your voice, your dignity, or your choice, even if it’s the choice to agree this time. And most of all, when you bring your love to the table, the lover should allow you to bring all of you to the table, not just the pieces and parts they find “worthy” of them. The final and best part about love? It should leave you with the feeling it has somehow blossomed ten-fold within you, but then, that’s just my two cents on it. I know, I can be a silly romantic that way.
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