Love In Hiding – Why is love so evasive?

“Maybe it’s just hiding somewhere. Or gone on a trip to come home. But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows — maybe even tomorrow.” – Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
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Why is love so evasive? It hides behind impossibilities. Dancing around dashed hopes and crushed dreams, it laughs, seemingly immune. Attempts to force its hand are met with indifference. It scoffs at the futility of such manipulations. It can appear dead, then, resurrect itself in spite of all logical resistance. Contrary to reason, it brings to madness the mind of the genius. Delighting in the bafflement of its adversaries, it raises strong arms to show defiance of prediction. Having disarmed reason and logic it takes the journey into sweet insanity, a wandering exploration through places beyond imagination. Struck with its seduction, a mere touch becomes a fire of uncontrolled passion. A whisper transforms itself into an echo that continues long after the source had taken its leave. Having then all power held in suspension at its will, surely the proverb is true, “now abide faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.” I would have to agree, and that is the reason for love’s evasiveness – it is because it can.

Also published in Broowaha
Also published in Wingposse
10252011

The Strength Sapping Power of Sex

“Do not give your strength to women, nor your ways to that which destroys kings.” 
Hebrew proverb

“Do you not know how uncontrolled and unreliable the average human being is in all that concerns sexual life?” –  Sigmund Freud

 

This wisdom extends to women as well. Exchange the word “women” to “men” in the previous quote and follow my line of thought. With my energy being limited, like all of my resources, I must allocate it with economy. Pursuing the opposite sex with abandon can open black holes that will swallow my impetus quickly, leaving me lacking the necessary resources to handle my responsibilities and weakening my resolve to improve myself. Relationships take work, and in this case, the amount of time, energy, and money expended to chase the opposite sex is more than most care to admit. Those obvious and quantifiable things are of small consequence compared to the drama and headaches brought into lives as a result of that pursuit. Is this what I want for my life? Will this pursuit of pleasure allow me to pass anything on to this world, this generation, or generations beyond? These costs are generally ignored at the beginning of that long slippery slope of pursuit.

     There are those throughout history, mighty, rich and powerful people, who ignoring this wisdom, fell victim to the opposite sex, experiencing the ruin of reputation, finances, and power. Certain men, listed among those unfortunate, had women, even hundreds of women, and yet were never satisfied and would constantly put themselves at risk to go after the elusive “one”. Women are not exempt, examples being recorded of women giving their households, honor, bodies, and even their life chasing down a man. Nations, tribes, families, friendships have all suffered under the harsh sentence of spiritual, physical, and financial bankruptcy given by the lustful exuberant overlooking of this well documented lesson. Here is wisdom: the obtaining of sexual or flirtatious conquests is a loaded gun that can bleed my resources and eventually maim my ability to succeed. I’m guilty of ignoring this wisdom, like so many, but I hope to count the cost, and approach the future of my relationships with an eye toward the end. 

Also published in Broowaha 
12192011

Just A Stone – Ordinary can be special, provided you take the cuts

“A diamond with a flaw is worth more than a pebble without imperfections.”
Chinese Proverb
“Consider a stone, lying on the ground,
in plain sight, so many around.
Some have kicked, and others thrown.
But not a soul wants to own.
A cutter came with his skill,
and gathered it from the hill.
Sharp blows came swift, followed by hard thought
Chipping at the skin, all the stone was wrought.
At last being done, held for all to see
a brilliant diamond, from the likes of me…” – DMW

Also published in: Broowaha 

12162010