The Red Violin
Happiness. Contentment. Bliss.
We all want it, crave it. Underneath, it's all thats really important.
So what happens when you find it?
Nice problem to have, right? Im not by any means saying it isn’t an enviable position to be in. Im just contemplating how it alters one's perspective on the world. Because it does. It really does. Have you ever seen the movie the Red Violin? Its about a treasure that travels through the centuries, through the hands of people who actually understand its worth, and yet it continues to move. It’s the ultimate prize. And Samuel L. Jackson finds it. But that’s not really the point.
What do you do when you find exactly what you most wanted?
Its a doosey. The sentiment is about as close to how I feel about Mommy as I’ve heard expressed. You’ve found a treasure. Something that makes you tingle from head to toe. You find exactly what was missing from your life. You claim it. You proclaim your attachment and devotion. And then…
What?
I find myself wanting to hold on as tight as I can. I feel that’s very natural. Wouldn’t anyone hold on to something they value? But with a person, with a relationship, holding on to someone like they are a treasure doesn’t work. Even in the kinkiest, deepest power exchange scenarios, you cant really objectify someone. You cant lock them away in a vault. Time passes, things change, and no matter how much you might try to control things enough and prepare and plan for all possibilities, life still happens. People change, people evolve. Situations arise. Relationships change.
But the question still remains. Even knowing this, accepting this, how do you proceed? You still feel the exhilaration that makes the prize so valuable. Its very tempting to do what you think you can to hold on to things when they are good. When I find something I like, I want to do it every day. (those of you who know me personally don’t need me to tell you this) But as much as I think that will keep me happy, it never will. Because relationships die when they become stagnant. That’s the line in the sand. Even if they peak at unbelievable heights, they need to grow, or they die.
And that’s what makes love so scary. The moment you find it, you fear losing it. And that fear is what turns love so ugly so easily. It takes a lot to entrust feelings like that to someone. And that’s really what devotion is all about. Trust. Trust that you will take care of each other no matter what. No matter what. Even the unthinkable. Even if things are different in the future than they are now.
It *is* scary.
My solution? I cant say it would work for anyone else, but I just try to hold her hand as we go through our journeys. My attachment is to her, in whatever she does, wherever she travels, whatever paths she takes. I hope that I stay desirable enough to warrant the standing I have in her life at the moment, but I cant just expect it happen. I cant expect her to stop being. I have to walk with her. I have to keep up. And I have to let go.
You cant hold on to a treasure. You can only try to stay close to it. Even if it means everything to you.
Especially then. :)
And, of course, shower your treasure with affection and love.
*******
Mommy and Sissy and me have stumbled upon this sort of situation. Its past the too good to be true stage. For me, and I can only speak for myself here, Im in a new phase. Im so happy, Im wary of over-watering the plant. My urges are to do as much as we all can as soon as possible and as often as possible. I want it all. Now. And its not just a lack of patience at play. My affection and desires are manifestations of my feelings. I want to *act* to make sure things are great and that everyone is happy. Not that anything is really wrong with that, but smothering can turn to suffocating without proper care. Maybe thats why a little boy doesnt make the decisions or the rules. That’s where balance comes in, and balance is, as most things, much better mastered by girls.
Of course thats just the opinion of a little one whose diaper is in dire need of changing. I might not be right. *giggle*
We all want it, crave it. Underneath, it's all thats really important.
So what happens when you find it?
Nice problem to have, right? Im not by any means saying it isn’t an enviable position to be in. Im just contemplating how it alters one's perspective on the world. Because it does. It really does. Have you ever seen the movie the Red Violin? Its about a treasure that travels through the centuries, through the hands of people who actually understand its worth, and yet it continues to move. It’s the ultimate prize. And Samuel L. Jackson finds it. But that’s not really the point.
What do you do when you find exactly what you most wanted?
Its a doosey. The sentiment is about as close to how I feel about Mommy as I’ve heard expressed. You’ve found a treasure. Something that makes you tingle from head to toe. You find exactly what was missing from your life. You claim it. You proclaim your attachment and devotion. And then…
What?
I find myself wanting to hold on as tight as I can. I feel that’s very natural. Wouldn’t anyone hold on to something they value? But with a person, with a relationship, holding on to someone like they are a treasure doesn’t work. Even in the kinkiest, deepest power exchange scenarios, you cant really objectify someone. You cant lock them away in a vault. Time passes, things change, and no matter how much you might try to control things enough and prepare and plan for all possibilities, life still happens. People change, people evolve. Situations arise. Relationships change.
But the question still remains. Even knowing this, accepting this, how do you proceed? You still feel the exhilaration that makes the prize so valuable. Its very tempting to do what you think you can to hold on to things when they are good. When I find something I like, I want to do it every day. (those of you who know me personally don’t need me to tell you this) But as much as I think that will keep me happy, it never will. Because relationships die when they become stagnant. That’s the line in the sand. Even if they peak at unbelievable heights, they need to grow, or they die.
And that’s what makes love so scary. The moment you find it, you fear losing it. And that fear is what turns love so ugly so easily. It takes a lot to entrust feelings like that to someone. And that’s really what devotion is all about. Trust. Trust that you will take care of each other no matter what. No matter what. Even the unthinkable. Even if things are different in the future than they are now.
It *is* scary.
My solution? I cant say it would work for anyone else, but I just try to hold her hand as we go through our journeys. My attachment is to her, in whatever she does, wherever she travels, whatever paths she takes. I hope that I stay desirable enough to warrant the standing I have in her life at the moment, but I cant just expect it happen. I cant expect her to stop being. I have to walk with her. I have to keep up. And I have to let go.
You cant hold on to a treasure. You can only try to stay close to it. Even if it means everything to you.
Especially then. :)
And, of course, shower your treasure with affection and love.
*******
Mommy and Sissy and me have stumbled upon this sort of situation. Its past the too good to be true stage. For me, and I can only speak for myself here, Im in a new phase. Im so happy, Im wary of over-watering the plant. My urges are to do as much as we all can as soon as possible and as often as possible. I want it all. Now. And its not just a lack of patience at play. My affection and desires are manifestations of my feelings. I want to *act* to make sure things are great and that everyone is happy. Not that anything is really wrong with that, but smothering can turn to suffocating without proper care. Maybe thats why a little boy doesnt make the decisions or the rules. That’s where balance comes in, and balance is, as most things, much better mastered by girls.
Of course thats just the opinion of a little one whose diaper is in dire need of changing. I might not be right. *giggle*