There will be no forgotten falls...
Again, I did not write this. I came across it on Ember Swift's Website, under her musings. It feels like something I want to keep looking back at...
"Love is sometimes elusive, but her occasional appearances sweep in with enough of a colourful flourish to forgive her frequent (or occasional) absence. Inconsistent but stunning.
Love doesn't break out hearts; we do. Love is unbreakable. And, she is far too classy to engage in vandalism. Fear breaks our hearts. Fear is not classy.
We forget to love her in our awkward scurry to love each other. She hates that. We forget to love Love, to settle into the hammock of Love as she forms directly to our bodies, to engage her with our full beings, to laugh the joy of her.
And when we forget, we are struck with what feels like a loss of Love, a stripping away, a breaking inside. Is heartbreak a true feeling or is it just another word for the feeling of fear? I think the fear of losing love far exceeds any loss of love that ever truly happens. She is always there. We just forget to seek her out. We forget to ask her to join us. We forget to love her.
Sometimes Need eclipses Love. Need tries to impersonate her and without much success. It's a flimsy attempt at best. No one really believes that Need is Love when Need waltzes clumsily into a room wearing Love's colours and pronouncing words with Love's intonation. Sometimes we expose the imposter loudly and sometimes we just look away absently. But regardless, the impression is made and subconsciously we have become tolerant to the doppelganger's invasion, sometimes to the point of not even flinching at the falseness.
This disappoints Love.
Love hates to be questioned. Don't even try it. Forget it. She's right.
We forget that Love is smarter than we are. She is smarter because she is not analytical or mind-driven. She has no time for our petty pros and cons, our ridiculous worries, our human inventions of insecurity and imbalance.
Last night, I finally had the guts to ask Love out. She said yes. We'll be going everywhere together on this date, not just to one movie or to one restaurant. She'll be honoured to have been asked. I'll be honoured to have had my invitation accepted. Then, we'll quickly skip the formalities and sit in a hammock together, laughing and swaying inconsistently -- a stunning blur of colour. And if I can maintain the elevation, the date will never end.
Don't worry: she is not exclusive. She is not possessive. She is not closed.
She accepts dates with everyone; she has no preference for gender, age, class, nationality, eye colour, scent, profession, shoe size, taste in literature or whether you are a cat person or a dog person.
She is open.
She'll inspire you to be open too, like the trees to winter; they're so unafraid that they are willing to be naked in the cold. I admire the trees. They undress before us to face their bare reflections in the mirrors of our outside windows. They are in love.
Love is brave."
"Love is sometimes elusive, but her occasional appearances sweep in with enough of a colourful flourish to forgive her frequent (or occasional) absence. Inconsistent but stunning.
Love doesn't break out hearts; we do. Love is unbreakable. And, she is far too classy to engage in vandalism. Fear breaks our hearts. Fear is not classy.
We forget to love her in our awkward scurry to love each other. She hates that. We forget to love Love, to settle into the hammock of Love as she forms directly to our bodies, to engage her with our full beings, to laugh the joy of her.
And when we forget, we are struck with what feels like a loss of Love, a stripping away, a breaking inside. Is heartbreak a true feeling or is it just another word for the feeling of fear? I think the fear of losing love far exceeds any loss of love that ever truly happens. She is always there. We just forget to seek her out. We forget to ask her to join us. We forget to love her.
Sometimes Need eclipses Love. Need tries to impersonate her and without much success. It's a flimsy attempt at best. No one really believes that Need is Love when Need waltzes clumsily into a room wearing Love's colours and pronouncing words with Love's intonation. Sometimes we expose the imposter loudly and sometimes we just look away absently. But regardless, the impression is made and subconsciously we have become tolerant to the doppelganger's invasion, sometimes to the point of not even flinching at the falseness.
This disappoints Love.
Love hates to be questioned. Don't even try it. Forget it. She's right.
We forget that Love is smarter than we are. She is smarter because she is not analytical or mind-driven. She has no time for our petty pros and cons, our ridiculous worries, our human inventions of insecurity and imbalance.
Last night, I finally had the guts to ask Love out. She said yes. We'll be going everywhere together on this date, not just to one movie or to one restaurant. She'll be honoured to have been asked. I'll be honoured to have had my invitation accepted. Then, we'll quickly skip the formalities and sit in a hammock together, laughing and swaying inconsistently -- a stunning blur of colour. And if I can maintain the elevation, the date will never end.
Don't worry: she is not exclusive. She is not possessive. She is not closed.
She accepts dates with everyone; she has no preference for gender, age, class, nationality, eye colour, scent, profession, shoe size, taste in literature or whether you are a cat person or a dog person.
She is open.
She'll inspire you to be open too, like the trees to winter; they're so unafraid that they are willing to be naked in the cold. I admire the trees. They undress before us to face their bare reflections in the mirrors of our outside windows. They are in love.
Love is brave."