Love is extraordinary; it has the power to destroy and to redeem.
I think I won’t really ever understand true love. My being on this planet has become so abortive and selfish that I have begun to gauge everything I do in those terms. I do have visions of great love, of probable love; I might be in love too as I write this, but unfortunately I realize I will never go down the path of greatness in love.
I’m selfish, I deceive, I measure and I demand. I rationalize that if one loves, one needs to give... The other person that is. If one loves one needs to be big …the other person that is. Success is imperative, for the other person that is. There is no room to make mistakes, no room for hurt, no room for doubt and one’s own shortcomings, no room for the ‘me’ first… of the other person that is.
I receive, I receive I receive. Does this scare me, no, not really… I’m shielded by the fallacy that I am a victim, and like the terror makers of the world, I feel I have the cause, the right and the luxury.
And if I do find this love...it will be extraordinary…. My extraordinary love.
Impossible, bizarre … no it’s the premise of a modern day tragedy. How Homer glorified hero worship, justifying the need and cause of war, I wish to glorify My Extraordinary Love. Some people are made to fight, and some are made to be loved… I am made to be LOVED. I don’t seek to be a modern day Aphrodite; my endeavor is much more humble, real and practical ... Just one person and My extraordinary love.
2 comments:
Well... i’m sure that the fact that you're meditating on this extremely puzzling conundrum, will bring you some positive karma.
I've loved... really loved from the depths of my heart... and i've lost. I’ve felt the whole range of emotions that one feels, from the moment you first realise that you’re in love to the romance of the courtship to ecstasy to sadness to joy to fighting to breaking up to loving again... to that sinking feeling when the heart has been ripped out of the chest... to losing everything. And i don’t regret one moment of it. You know, there is nothing called “true love”... one just needs to work at it constantly, everyday, otherwise it just wilts away with the harshness of life. It’s very essential to know why you love someone and remind yourself time and again why you love that person. And yeah, that togetherness crap that people talk about... like doing stuff together... it’s bloody true. However, you could do everything right and still lose; and then again, you could do everything wrong and have the greatest love forever. Ha! I’ve examined this befuddling concept so god darn much - it’s success and it’s failure; and the conclusion i’ve come to is that there is no right answer to it at all.
But girl, loving someone else - you must. Otherwise, it’ll be a waste of a life. And the effort needed to love someone else is much lesser than the effort required to love one’s own self. Best of luck.
Well.. that's where My problem and Extraordinaire love comes in.. Wanna do do everytihng wrong n still have the greatest love.. ;)... it's a quirky whim..
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