Love Is A 4 Letter Word
Despite the fact that this post comes to you 4 days post Valentine's Day, I'd never really consider love to an outdated subject. After all, don't we take each breath because of love? Should you feel nothing but love with every heartbeat? It would be sheer blasphemy to accuse God of being unromantic. Yet as with most things, we've taken this divine gift of love and twisted and mangled it into a human mess of suffering, which ironically is what we do best.
There are few emotions that can measure up to the pain felt by one whose love is not reciprocated. To live each day loving someone who you know will never love you in return can be as fatal as the most terminal disease. Experiencing such agony once should teach us against this practice. But it would be silly to entertain the notion that we have any control or power over who we fall in love with. In fact, it's usually those who we least expected to steal our hearts that do. It's the man who's "out of our league" or "not my type." Which begs the question, "What really is your type (especially when you consider the fact that you always seem to fall for the one who ISN'T your type)?" Better yet, and more generally speaking, "Does a type even exist?"
Try as we might, it seems that some of us are just simply genetically encoded with this as our default behavior. And so we live dreaming dreams that will never come true, and daily crying ourselves to sleep swearing, this will be the last time.
There are few emotions that can measure up to the pain felt by one whose love is not reciprocated. To live each day loving someone who you know will never love you in return can be as fatal as the most terminal disease. Experiencing such agony once should teach us against this practice. But it would be silly to entertain the notion that we have any control or power over who we fall in love with. In fact, it's usually those who we least expected to steal our hearts that do. It's the man who's "out of our league" or "not my type." Which begs the question, "What really is your type (especially when you consider the fact that you always seem to fall for the one who ISN'T your type)?" Better yet, and more generally speaking, "Does a type even exist?"
Try as we might, it seems that some of us are just simply genetically encoded with this as our default behavior. And so we live dreaming dreams that will never come true, and daily crying ourselves to sleep swearing, this will be the last time.
posted by Patti RN | 3:20 AM
2 Comments:
i came to the conclusion friday or saturday that i am sick of programming and reprogramming myself. anyone who has ever lived through heartbreak knows that allowing yourself a second time to gently intertwine your need, want, fulfilled, motivation, and happiness cords around what another person is giving you (basically loving) is such an incredibly risky thing and you are conscious of every twist and every knot- like trying to adjust your skin, toe first, into a tub of water you drew a little too hot for a bath. by the time you are just about ready to try and sit down, that person has pulled out or pulled back taking along all the cords with them and you are left with a heart ripped out of place, bleeding slightly, jumped out of the water standing on the other side of the tub lip wondering is this really worth another try?
now with a few days behind me i have to also say that we should not forget God's love in all of this. our love can be compared to the science teaching a flat world. God's love puts a rounder sphere around things and it's true. I have found it is better to focus on that than anything we people can come up with.
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