Sunday, November 11, 2012

Mental Meanderings On Emotion: Love

Love is a curious thing. 

                                  I know of nothing so complex
and yet that happens so naturally
sometimes so quickly we had no idea it was coming - 
and yet has such an impact on the lives of humankind. 

                                I know of nothing with such obvious meaning
                                          . . . and yet is so difficult to define.

I know of nothing that can so easily get us sailing at 
                                                                       the heights of elation . . .
and yet can send us staggering into

the abyss

           of despair . . .

Warming us to the inexplicable
                                    or reeling at its 

                                                                                                            . . . rejection.

I know of few things that are so often taken for granted
   and yet one can die from lack of them
                                                                 Things like . . .                      
. . .air . . .
. . . or  . . .
. . . water . . .
Could it really be so essential to survival?

I've read of babies who perished from want of it
. . . and yet known of others who survived by the gift of it

Lives ended at the withdrawal of it
. . . and hearts changed through the tenacity of it.

Families and friendships are made from it

. . . and yet can be destroyed by it
Lives can be created in it

. . . and yet abused or abandoned from the lack of it.

It reaches across nations . . .
                                                         . . . cultures . . .
                                                    . . . continents . . .
                                                                                                                                      . . . oceans . . .

And yet the complexities of it can destroy them all.

I am truly amazed at such a curious phenomenon of humankind.
inspired by the beauty of it
motivated against the atrocities of it
trying to live by the tenets of it
endeavoring to refuse to be thwarted by any fear of it
attempting to find balance after the separation from it
seeking peace within the memory of it

We alone are responsible for the choices we make
I would hope we would dedicate our efforts to choices inspired by it.

When in doubt, choose love. 

~ Me

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