bell-jar capacity

[headorheart]

The thing is

Everyone has a finite vesicle of interpersonal dedication, affection, attention,
to expend in ways they choose.
Some measure it out scrupulously, teaspoon by teaspoon,
sprinkling it equally, constantly, strategically, conscientiously on people they "love".

Others, perhaps of a slightly more whimsical disposition,
having neglected the concept of strategic measurement
wring open the glass jar with a firm twist
frenetically, passionately, emptying its entire contents
into a single pair of hands.
Only to realise in hindsight,
the utter idiocy of such a decision
And so they vow never to lean towards such extravagance ever again.

Seemingly,
I can't help but love too much or not at all
and there also happen to be a various range of things you can love,
some seemingly more reliable than others.
So i've learnt:
to invest my love in things in which joy is found indelible
religion, concepts, travels, words, music, family, good friends
against that of which happiness is but a spatter of fireworks in the night sky,
enchanting but illusory.

And to patrionise anything else with my affection,
is presumptuous
and rightly so