By: Wanbli
Finding words you can relate to is an ongoing journey as life evolves and carries through each variant stage of personal growth. At 27 I find myself, along with the other close women in my life, twirling in the dust of old lovers. What it is about those we've once loved, still love and will always love? These ghosts of our past expose themselves to us in obscure and not so obscure ways. Maybe it's through a scene in a movie, a song on the radio, or even in more direct ways like a chance encounter in a crosswalk or a message that says "I miss you too" after months, years, of not speaking. For some reason these individuals stay in our lives, stay in our thoughts, and quite possibly, have a strong enough connection with us to become part of our souls. They confuse us, they form us, and they build us up and break us down.
Over the years I've grown skeptical of the idea of a "true love." It's very easy to fall in love with someone, everyone possesses something you can fall in love with: a particular belief, knowledge, or a genuine smile, and for the materialistic type, maybe it's a fancy car or just money in general. Love is subjective. But the one thing that is true for us all is that love is complicated. Although the falling in love part may happen as easily as putting one foot in front of the other, it's the being in love part that takes a bit more coordination. Being in love requires the strength of a champion, dedication to oneself and the ability to stand up for what one believes in. But more importantly, and possibly the most obvious, is the part about being honest with one's own heart. And somehow, this one feeling that just seems to happen without our permission, which should be easier to pay attention to, gets lost in the logistics of love. Love shouldn't be over thought, nor should it come with "how to" directions. Personally, I'm the type to skip the directions and head straight to the little baggies of screws and washers. What does that say about me?
The moral of the story: Don't try to make logic out of love, because there simply is none. Rather let love be, allow yourself to love and be loved. As for the love that you must bury, even then, let love grow.
"It depends not on consciousness, but on being; not on thought, but on
life; it depends on the individual's empirical development and
manifestation of life, which in turn depends on the conditions
existing in the world."-Karl Marx
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Posted on 06/13/2008
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What you said about 'true love' reminds me of this old song by a obscure punk group named Crass from the UK.
Forget the song titltle, but in this one song there is spoken part:
"They sell us love as divinity, when it's only a social obsencity underneath, we're all loveable"
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Without a doubt, there is no "one' person out there with your name on him/her. I turn up the dust often with (the albeit few) lovers I've had and don't love any of them more than the other just differently.
My Trusted MOGs
You're right on with the "...just differently" comment. It's usually something different that you love about each lover anyway. Now, if they could all come together as one person...wouldn't that be something? But, that would make things too easy, and who wants easy?
Cheers!
BTW-Welcome to MOG!