Hello all. Psyche here and I’ve been asked to do the post this week…at the last possible minute… as usual… (these guys really need to get it together if they ever want my help, smfh). With that said, I am sitting here kind of half watching Old School, half twirling my hair, and half zoning out. I know I ran out of halves…but it seemed right. JUST as I am about to cut off the movie to take a cherub nap I hear, “Love. It’s a motherfucker, huh?” I had to rewind this part on several times and laugh. Why? Because that is EXACTLY what love is…A motherfucker. It is the only emotion in this world that can cause wars and mend wounds. This is probably why so many of us desire it so much, even when it’s toxic.
I know sometimes people get mad at Cupid and me for “cursing” them with these feelings but to be honest… Isn’t it good to know that you still feel sometimes? Sure, the tears fucking blow, when things aren’t going right, but the fact that you are reminded that you can feel is a tad refreshing.
I know some of you are reading this and giving me ALL of the side eye action, just hear me out.
We live in a world where everything is instant and fast. Conversations are held via text. Communicating on Twitter seems more common than one on one contact. Replacing people in your life has never been easier! Unless of course you took the time to get emotionally attached, then you’re screwed, or so it seems. Every once and a while we need a slap in the face to remind us to slow the hell down and embrace what is going on around us; Love is that slap.
I was human once, I remember what it was like to be in love, and things just don’t work out the way you planned it. You get extremely cynical, you roll your eyes at hand-holding couples as they pass you by, you stab your teddy bear in the heart….err…um, well maybe not that last one. Ohhh darts!! Those are always fun!! Aimed right at the person’s head in photographs? No? I am getting off topic, sorry (but seriously, how do you think I got so good at my aim with a bow and arrow? Think about it. That’s all I am saying.)
What I am trying to say is this, yes love is great and all that jazz but sometimes…Things just don’t work out. When they don’t, we are allowed to “be in our feelings.” We are allowed to cry, be bitter, throw things, curse like a sailor, and then… Well and then embrace the fact that what you had was real. If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t care.
I am not saying dwell on it, but learn from what happened and keep it truckin’ man! I am all about self-love and a BIG part of self-love is being smart enough to know when something isn’t working out and knowing how to walk away gracefully. Sometimes, things aren’t always over when you think they are…Sometimes love needs time to breathe and grow so that it can understand what it had/has. That being said; don’t be so bitter when love “ends.” Love can’t “end” it learns, grows, and adapts for you. Let it.
I always say that if someone said it best then quote them…And with this, I leave you (I know it’s a little long but it’s worth the read).
“When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth……
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.”
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.”
–Kahlil Gibran The Prophet