Sunday's are good for musings. (don't ask where or when I actually wrote this) I am pretending I am sitting on my father's deck, watching the blue skies and thinking Deep Jack Handyish thoughts.
If all men, and women- but mostly men, could stop for one minute, and talk without using body references- we could find a way to fax a pizza or solve internet bandwidth caps.
What a world it could be if some people would no longer refer to their own children as sex gods or confuse them with cats.
We could have peace on earth, if my mother could keep up with her reading glasses, or my boss, or my father, or that guy at Starbuck's - who still doesn't get that you can't read the menu for espresso by tilting your head back and squinting through them while talking to the ceiling.
Chocolate may not be the key to total nuclear disarmament, but semi sweet dark chocolate might take my thumb off the trigger.
If I could successfully flirt with a woman I really like; then I could probably ask for an insane raise and get it as soon as the higher ups stop laughing and choking on their Lattes.
Love can heal all things, but so can duct tape. If you say no, then (cliche moment) you are STILL not using enough Duct Tape.... also use red duct tape. Nothing says I love you like red duct tape.
There are two types of people in the world: Those who keep saying things like this, and those who can actually count.
Church Organ music will not actually put you to sleep, you might wish you would become comatose though.
Cake, or at least the very idea of Cake, will fix most problems if you just recognize that cake will fix most problems. For everything else, there is that lame commercial jingle or Chocolate (refer to number 4 for more).
If you tell everyone to sing, and for some reason they do, it will probably suck or sound really, really good.
People without iphones are only as unfortunate as people with iphones and no imacs. People without droids are just unfortunate storm troopers. People without iphones or droids should not make a scene and thus avoid being embarrassed while flipping their antique phones.
People who take Facebook Quizzes are blissfully unaware that sharing their privacy on Facebook with the world is paying someone else to come up with more quizzes to keep sharing their private info. It's a win- win- you gotta be kidding me win scenario.
If thirteen is an unlucky number, I need to not trust Dwarves, blame RR Martin (for everything) or blame it on that guy on Youtube.
and that is Life (and utter ridiculousness) according to Mike.
But, for me and the other truly fortunate souls in the multiverse, I have Mondays off.
Let the hate, envy and outrage flow through you.... no I am not a Sith Lord, although I can laugh like them.
Mondays, for me, are writing days, blog updates, book projects and many cups of coffee- well at least 2.
It's also a time to reflect and ask myself: "are you sure you want to write a blog about presidential elections?"
In case you're curious, the answer is still yes. Blame Bloom County. Dammit Opus!
(sorry, John Oliver moment).
but I digress.
So what is this blog about?
Nothing. It's a blog about nothing!
(sorry, Sienfeld moment).
I am taking this as a moment to ask no one in particular, what should I blog about next.
(sound of crickets cliche)
It happens. no one really cares unless I says this on youtube. then mostly people tell me to go somewhere (usually repulsive).
If I wished to address the problems of this country, I would need a lot more mondays.
So, another time then.
There are so many things horribly wrong in the land of the "free" and home of the "brave"
The free people in America are either ungodly rich or completely penniless (homeless and don't care they are homeless) and the brave people in America don't belong to the NRA.
The Blogger hides behind the Freedom of Speech act and the newly founded Not in the Face ammendment.
But I digress. Now where was I?
Right, not much further that saying I am contemplative on Mondays.
actually this is part of why I contemplate on Mondays. Also, got get my two dogs- rabies injections, and the male neutered cause I love him...no actually just want to pet him without have to dodge his constant erection. (dog humor)
Okay, that's scheduled.
Now I must persuade Amazon Visa, that's it's me, not them, although really it's them.
I have a Amazon Rewards Visa Card with a self-imposed $500 credit limit, and I received this letter from them.
Let me summarize what this is. The card servicing company for Amazon Visa wants we to fill out a W-9 tax form and a dubious release form so that they can look at my banking information and tax information. Yaay! Invasion of Privacy!
No, I am not complying not for a $500 limit.
Sheesh.
So Chase and Amazon Visa can kiss my behind goodbye.
but only after payday, I forgot to remove the card from one of my paysites and now I owe them money again.
ARRRRRRGH!
Moving on.
Well, I guess I just got the case of the Mondays.
That character probably was found in a field somewhere bound and gagged with telephone and usb cable.
and then there is wasting time on Facebook dealing with dopes:
Ironically.
wow nerd!
I wrote a big long post proving why the original post was wrong...apparently someone at Brobible (or whoever they grabbed the vid link from edited it down for some reason) and left out the few reasons that would have proved its validity. The thing with stuff like this is that is probably still fake is that youtube is filled with videos like this. Even I have been taken in on this crap. I think people want to see Wow players lose it over that "dumb game." I almost did, and then it hit me it was just all just data, little bits of data. Then I got over it. Then I realized I had dropped 20 minutes with this dumb post and commenting on it. Then I looked at myself (figuratively- too lazy to go to the mirror) and said You are a troll. so I added it here. In case this matters for some reason, Blizzard doesn't delete anything forever. you can always retrieve deleted characters.... Blizzard understands vengeful girlfriends and maleficent account thieves. and that was monday.
In case you don't have a clue what that means. It's not important. Just know that sometimes I feel more at home in a post apocalyptic wasteland in an America that never existed than in a country that I only thought existed. I mean, our modern day America is not what I grew up believing it to be. I find that people in the game are often more friendly and accepting of me and each other than the very people I work with, play with, drive with, shop with and vote with.
Sure, some of the virtual ones shoot at you and want to eat you, but it feels more honest than the hidden feelings that people around me IRL (in real life) express.
Since Real Life isn't that real anymore, I find myself interacting with most people via Social Media. Where people lose their minds on a daily basis, where people who would otherwise be ignored or just stay silent go on rapid fire twitter rants and facebook monologues.
Life is messy.
Vegetarians turn out to be a lot like other fanatics and at some point trying to grin and bear it is more like slowly driving a rusty fork into your thigh while smiling and trying not to come out a call a sanctimonious ne'er do well a Dick.
(my apologies to all the Richard's in the world)
Will said it, so it must be true.
Also side note never tell one of those Vegetarians that Vegetables Cry.
That was a fairly atomic response in which I suddenly became the sole representative of the entire meat processing industry...
and I didn't even get a hamburger for it.
So blogger is messing with me. I find myself in a constant war with how mods is a good way to play a game I should have just beat in vanilla (although vanilla is atrocious in this case). Still, I find I stop at some point and say, No. No, I am not taking this anymore. I have got to go back and start again.
Why?
Because I can, at least in the video game.
Maybe, this time, I can get it more right than the last almost successful playthrough. Usually my downfall in Fallout 4 is a new mod comes along and suddenly everything makes better- but only if you wipe the slate clean and start again.
This doesn't happen in IRL. It doesn't there are no do-overs.
Well, almost none.
If you can get one or more parties to agree to start over, it kind of works although in all my experience- save that I usually am the one who loses something each time.
I really, really want it to work in my favor once.
I want to keep the girlfriend instead of thinking.
So, I find myself going back to the one thing I can play and live over and over again.
So as I embark on my fifth do-over in Fallout 4. I pause to reflect on the two truths, I have found while writing this blog.
1.
If in IRL, you feel like you need a Do-Over, probably God (or that other being who appeals to your idea of existentialism) is telling you to stop, look at the other part or parties and admit to them, to yourself that perhaps instead of starting over with them, you should start over with someone else or yourself. Do-Over, only work in video games if you actually do something different. (Don't tell Piper, she is better off without Nat).
2
If you have a rocket launcher you are ahead of the game.
IRL this is only true if the FBICIATBF G-Men don't immediately confiscate it.
That's where I am or was.
Now I got to go edit my Fallout 4 Prefs ini.
Anyone asks- tell it was all according to Mike
it works for me.
Life.
At least, my life, should be filled mostly with silence and thought, broken only by moments of music, laughter, secret smiles, and occasional tears.
We find ourselves living in a world filled with constant noise and distraction.
I find myself in a videogame world turning off the background music and listening for the sounds that the game designers wanted me to hear fill our shared world.
I find myself lying in bed in the morning listening for the silence longing to live somewhere where there are no bullets. I find myself wishing I lived alone in a forest where the only noise is the soft creaking of old trees, the soft rush of running, falling water, the whisper of bird song filtering through the foliage and the murmur of my own breathing.
Here on the morning, there is a blessed silence unbroken even by the planes in the sky, the traffic so distant below, a neutral plane of existence somewhere in between the chaos of life below and the wonder of emptiness above.
It's a place where poetry can take place far, far away from the mess of emotions and the madness of consent. Finding an inner calm even man made music takes on a new form of being and I find myself contemplating the things that I would otherwise dismiss as too distracting to include in my regular thought process.
What things?
Dreams. Dreams of what I want to be, dreams of what I wanted to be, and dreams of what happened anyway in spite of me believing that life would be different somehow.
One dream I have, often in waking fashion, is the one where I am with my brother and all the things that continually drive us apart are absent and we could be what we never really were. Together we walk through the waking adventure as my mind constructs my own desire until I am reminded with the certain regret that it cannot ever be and then I find myself wishing that the dream would just find someone else to haunt while still being happy, somehow- that they still happen. It's hard to put it into words that capture what the idea of "sweet regret" actually is.
I dream of not being alone. That there is someone else there with me. I didn't ever have a significant other so it's not a memory- but more like a memory of a desire unfulfilled as I grow older and the pain has softened into an endurable loss as I long for a touch I have never felt but often imagined.
Again, how do you tell someone, that you look forward to that kind of feeling when you can't even really describe who you want to be with and yet the feeling is acute and sharp as if the whole experience is about to happen?
I stop to consider that once, when the world was newer to me and our cultural background could be ignored as readily as all the grief and problems that come with awareness and understanding of the world around us bring, back to an idea of innocence that was as insubstantial as the morning mist yet the only reality that so many children experience between the rush of puberty and parental interference creates. Which is to say (the long way around) youth. That we did not qualify anyone else save by how kind or unkind they were to us. When what they believed was unimportant since we were more interested in what they could pretend was more important and playable. when the kid who had the best imagination took the lead, not the most athletic or best looking or any of the anchors that drown us in modern life were less important or crucial to play than could my stick be a sword and could the imaginary become enough of a reality to fill the hours in between lunch and having to be home for a bath and or dinner.
I know that not all children are given this gift, but those who do, forget it all too soon if they had it at all. We like to think it existed before technology came to rob it away but the truth is closer to the truth that grownups and grownup problems took it away from us long before some box invade our collective realities.
Children should just be allowed to be children.
That is all.
Anywho, now life invades and I must march off to a grownup event filled with all the importance that is devoid of play.
and that is life according to Mike.
There is a war on enlightenment.
There is a war on reason.
There is a war on empiricism.
There is a war.
It is all the same war.
What war?
Well, the short answer is this.
err- I mean it's complicated.
Once upon a time, I thought like this.
When the last child cries for a crust of bread
when the last man dies for just words that he said
when there's shelter over the poor estate
when the last thing we notice is the color of skin
and the first thing we look for is the beauty within
when the skies and the oceans are clean again
when we're free to love anyone we choose
when the world is big enough for all different views
when money talks for the very last time
and nobody walks a step behind
when there's only one race and that's mankind...
we shall be free?
Sorry Garth, nice song but no dice.
got the tee shirt though only $25 what a deal and its 4x because I feel the love that much...also it was the only choice because they don't make shirts for whales.
ou don't need to watch this unless you are really this curious about what is happening in this country and the world.
The Irony for me, It is Irony.
The two proponents for denying science are sworn enemies for the most part.
The USA: Republicans and conservatives and their ilk are waging a war of plausible deniability on almost every facet of science, as well as pushing to insert their own pseudo sciences as being equatable to or better than proven scientific fact. But it's not just them, Religions are hopping in as well. Fanatical backlash is gaining a foothold on this country's ability to reason.
and
The Middle East: the "Muslims" or as I would say where Ultra Conservatives or Extremists hold power and can control what anyone wants to believe or practice under the guise of upholding the one true religion (theirs not anyone else's. This is ironic since, in many ways, science began there in those regions, they were the strongholds of research and reasoning, Men looked beyond the gods and religions to ask what is the universe. Now, it appears that is long gone along with the ruins and few artifacts that remain that haven't been hijacked and turned into something it wasn't.
My point is not actually to go into a comparison on the two but just to draw attention to the understanding that it's not just an American thing. It's like capital punishment. America and Saudi Arabia (and some other middle east countries...) If you understand that, then we are good, if not the cosmic joke has passed you by...move on.
My point is The War on Enlightenment is really the return of the Dark Ages where (purportedly) willful ignorance and fear ruled over reason and the desire to understand the world (creation).
What do I mean by Enlightenment?
By definition Enlightenment is understanding, awareness, wisdom, education, learning, knowledge;
going from relative ignorance to a state of intellectual ability to process reason. Growing up in the common tongue. Not being an idiot...well that's relative.
Enlightenment also refers to European intellectual movement of the late 17th and 18th centuries emphasizing reason and individualism rather than tradition (Merriam-Webster).
Which was the end of the Dark Ages (or so they thought).
Humans are consistently stubborn.
I am not going to go into detail. I am not writing the book. I just want to make a point and that is to stop denying that we (anyone who thinks that we should be free) need to understand that someone or something wants mankind to plunge back into a world filled with darkness and demons where knowing what is good is nearly impossible with all that is evil.
Overly simplistic but that is what you get when the term Dark Ages is not enough.
Lastly, I want to say something about revisionism.
the theory or practice of revising one's attitude to a previously accepted situation or point of view. (M-W)
and more importantly
Historical revisionism is a practice in historiography in which a historian reinterprets traditional views of causes and effects, decisions, and evidence. It is said that "history is written by the winners." Thus, it is essential that we look at history with a critical eye. As such, it is an accepted and important part of historical endeavor for it serves the dual purpose of constantly re-examining the past while also improving our understanding of it. Indeed, if one accepts that history attempts to help us better understand today by better understanding how we got here, revisionism is essential. Only idiots take history wholeheartedly as indisputable facts. (wikipedia)
The main point of this is that we are in an age of constant revisionism, some of which is necessary.
Overwhelmingly (in my point of view) revisionism is one of the worst handled practices known to man.
Examples:
The North (the Unionists) revised the history of the Civil War to be about Slavery. It was and it wasn't (as any Confederate could have told you) Southerner's (the real ones or the reasonable ones) will tell you that it wasn't about slavery, it was called the war of Northern Aggression by the South (Confederacy of Southern States) not let's kill thousands of Americans because some of them wanted slavery. If it had been that, it would have been a much shorter war. But the South lost. The Revisionists won their rewrite of American History. Now the Blacks (African Americans - in a massive misuse of generalism on my part- to which I will never live the shame down on- won their right to blame everyone for everything- again I am exaggerating (not a lot though) [nah, I am kidding, but the side that gets the most attention presents the whole idea of revising history like this]
The Holocaust was a Jewish Thing. It wasn't but the winners and more importantly those who want it to be solely about the Jews made it so. Anyone who disagrees is shouted out of the building.
Homosexuality. Don't get me wrong, I know that gay men weren't unique and only appeared during the 20th century, but claiming every great artist, philosopher, musician and "good guy" was gay is ridiculous. At least the other non-heteros haven't succumbed to this....not! It is quite entertaining albeit one sided. Still with Straight White History running the world some of it has validity.
I somehow doubt we will ever get the "straight" version of the bent nature of human history.
and the list goes on.
I will digress to one last point of revisionism that really troubles me.
Maybe I was taught wrong by dozens of really smart and educated teachers and professors, but no new idea is ever immediately accepted by everyone.
Why do I bring this up?
Because I had a friend (maybe he was right, he never once admitted he could be wrong and he took a certain glee in ramming it down my throat) inform me that the scientific community accepted relativity immediately and wholeheartedly.
Apparently all those teachers and professors and wikipedia and google had it wrong.
I definitely had it wrong and like an worm I rolled over and let him pound me for it.
Sadly or fortunately, it was the end of my friendship with him. I mean even if he is right or mostly right, he was wrong. I probably will never think of him as my equal or for that matter friend again.
It's too bad.
but I return to my song. I still want to be free. Even if that means that the "scientists" aren't on my side.
If you stop and take a look around, you will find the revisionism taking place everywhere.
It's going to be painful. Some good will come out of it. Though, for all the hope I originally had for it, most of it will be harmful since even the sides- groups I would agree with will not settle for moderation, it will be their way or no way, it seems.
All of us has a story like this.
Let me know if you would like to add to this brief (not brief diatribe)
If you don't believe me, take a look in the mirror and ask yourself if you can believe in science and god at the same time?
or can you include evolution in Genesis.
or can you accept that America did not rescue the world in WWII without other's help, or that Japan would have surrendered without being nuked first.
or that reality may not be exactly the way you have always believed or known it to be.
I am not perfect nor all knowing, but I know certain things to be true for me.
I am not about to ram it into you because I want to feel validation at being right.
Being a man is almost as hard as being a woman (I suspect) and not as easy as just being an orangoutang (or so I have been told- although he did just roll over and show me his butt).
Being human is hardest when the definition of such seems so fluid these days that to admit mortality is a sure fire way to end up on a social media firing line dodging bullets.
speaking of bullets, the rest of this post will now be in bullets since much of this is just a pack of ideas.
I have to admit that I am, in fact, a man. As a man, I am under constant scrutiny by the masses (them) the unseen but often felt pressure of expectation to be more manly. Vague definitions of what it really is to be a man (such as: Sexism, machoism, chauvinism, somethingelse-ism, etc) come and go as I struggle to understand what I am to believe makes me a man. I usually look to Kipling to fill me in on this subject: If
I am Human. What does that mean is less important than what it should it should mean. Mostly it ends up being taken as being fallible or claiming to be fallible. I guess if you were a god then you'd refer to that as being infallible but since I am not a god (even in my own mind)- I wouldn't actually know what being godly was even though it is my name's sake namesake? But I digress. I am human- as the 80's song says "born to make mistakes" which is kind of fatalistic, don't you think?
I am not a woman although sometimes I catch myself wishing things had gone differently at birth. My brother might have actually been nice to me instead of seeing me as competition and trying to do me in with his toys. I might have been married by now, although this is grossly unfair since it is a misconception that it is easier for a woman to get a man then the other way around. Still, at my weaker moments I wonder if I would have had an easier time with my own sexuality anyway.
I am a "straight" white male. Perhaps the worst thing is to realize that you are the stereotype of a man. I am not actually straight. One of my homosexual friends laughed when I asked them if they thought I was gay, she shook her head and said: "Oh Mike, you aren't straight, you're just bent." She's also the one who told me that it was too bad I wasn't a woman. No wonder I am such a basket-case. Another woman, one whom I had spent a lot of time convincing myself that I was really, madly, truly in love with told me that I was really bisexual because homosexuality didn't immediately upset me or make me ill. She was a piece of work, she was- she's currently a upper class white conservative straight woman. I think she's happy as that, happier then when she wasn't any of those. But I digress, this isn't about her, it's about me. I am not a straight white male, I am just a sexual one who is particularly inept at being with anyone.
I am not a character archetype. I know what some of you will say. It's funny in a macabre point of view. I am a 40 something white overweight single man who lives with his mother. How many character types does that fit? 4 main ones often profiled by the police and the FBI. Serial Killer. Rapist, Child Molester, and traditional Irish son. You were going to say something like terrorist or hacker or 3 time loser- or gay man. Mostly, it's accidental, because life just happens to turn out that way. I am stuck and I know it. I don't want to be stuck though.
I stopped this morning and realized that if I hoped to call myself Christian I would probably come under the same fire as calling myself a liberal. Because, as many of you know, it's a sin to be liberally minded. Jesus was obviously not a socialist or a liberal...because they had not been invented yet. He couldn't be a republican because the roman were the republicans. The greeks were democrats and the jews were being blamed for everything. I read all that on the internet, I did. Just go take a look at Christian MEMES, also Han Solo and the Jedi are really Christians too. And Jesus has conversations with Batman and Superman and Spiderman about what a real hero is like. I understand the need for this kind of conversion or inclusion but mostly it just confuses the heck out of me. Is Darth Vader as Satanist or a Roman. Is Yoda Moses? Just nod if you get the point, it's safer that way.
I am a Christian and I do attend church (with the little c) I work for a Church (with the big C) and that's hard. I define myself based on the teachings of Jesus who is called the Christ as best as I can find and understand what others said that he said. Why? Because I know that it right for me, and I have faith enough to know it is truth. Other than that, it is the best way I see to live. I read the rest of the bible from time to time but the law according to Jesus' ministry is my Law. The rest either supports that or I choose to ignore it (for a variety of reasons but mostly it has to agree with my understanding/faith or I will have no part of it.) Yes I am christian but apparently not Christian as that seems to come with doctrines set down by Popes and Paul and a string of other people.
I am Liberal and damned proud of it. That being said, let loose the slings and arrows of wild conjecture that is mostly determined to define Liberalism as a thing of willful naivety and blind ignorance. I think the arrow slingers mostly hate us liberals because they want to believe that we are wrong to be what we are. Left to them, liberalism is redefined as a thing of evil and willful immorality that nicely fits into their various agendas of supremacy and hatred. Mostly, I ended up feeling the Libtard haters are screaming about that things should stay the same because it works for the few and by golly the few like it that way. If you really want to know what the liberals believe than stop jumping to conclusions and actually look at our desire for equal rights for all, being responsible for everyone, for wanting a peaceful life that does not start with us killing someone else.
Also I am a social democrat and no I ain't explaining it, since it doesn't really matter anyway.
So Mike, what is your point?
the answer is simple.
ironically.
stop boxing me.
I am not jean val jean. I am not a prisoner with a number, I am who I want to be, not something that social media, my culture, my sex, my hair color or penis size or IQ demands that I be.
I am just me.
and to put it tritely
that often just scares the hell out of me.
So my point of this blog.
We either categorize ourselves (Jungian Method/Myers Briggs) or we label ourselves or somehow limit ourselves or regulate who we are into easy definable classes. Mostly because we think that it will make us more dateable or employable or likable.
But it doesn't unless you meet or get employed by (etc) the same kind of person.
It's like many video games. There's the main character and a few named characters around him or her and the rest of the world is named after generic terms. i.e. terrorist 1 or Settler or Raider or Person or Date or Thug or - well you should get the picture.
But everyone has their own name (mostly) and that actually makes them fairly unique
unique until someone comes along and lumps them with someone else who might just be similar in some way and then Blonde one talks to Blonde two while Spy One takes a bullet for the only named character on the set, you.
It's safer that way, no risk, no chance of getting your feelings hurt (much)
unless you stop and demand that you are someone and not just a someone else.
and that's a scary thing, to go it alone when it seems like everyone else is going along.
DISCLAIMER: I've never been in love. I have loved though. definition: In Love: To Love someone and be loved back in similar fashion. Here are some clarifiers: Love comes in many forms. There are many definitions of Love. We all have conceptions and misconceptions of what love is, what we think love should be, what we want it to be, what we think it ends up being. We (and by we, I mean me but also some of you) think we have it all figured out when we are in love, because the experts are the lovers, right up until they are not. Shakespeare knew this.
Love takes time.
I hate waiting. BUT this is not actually what this blog is about. This blog is actually about why I believe in True Love. Wait, did you just say "True Love." What was all that stuff up there? Well, I will tell you. I define True Love by the very pinnacle of it's expression.
What were you expecting?
If you know me, or have known me, it would be obvious we would end up here.
Confused?
Get used to it.
But I will explain.
The Princess Bride.
It ruined my life. It defined it, err I mean it defines it.
that and the teachings of Jesus (the biblical one)
NOOOOOO, YOU HADE TO BRING RELIGION INTO THIS!
Get over it.
Jesus is about love. True Love stems from Jesus.
I mean, unless you are an Atheist, then I strongly suspect that you don't believe in True Love since that seems to be all Atheist spend their time doing- not believing in things (kidding).
If you are Atheist and exceedingly patient and still here, then let me explain.
Belief is a powerful thing. Facts (which are or at least supposed to be proven ideas) and Beliefs are the same thing- come from same source (see the scientific article on the net).
BUT this is not actually what this blog is about.
So what is this blog about Mike?
It's about accepting something that simply is.
For me, there are things that simply are.
I don't just believe in them, practice them, fail them, they are and I know they are.
God, Light, Love.
These three things are.
Things is a bad word, but then there is no other word I have to capture it. I could use ideas but that seems a little immaterial. I could use facts (the Atheist should like that save that only one of those facts would be acceptable to him or it). I will just stick to things (apologies to the others).
So back to my point....shades of Vizzini.
I accept God and Light and Love.
My Trinity.
Also, for me, these things are one and the same.
(probably another blog which I probably won't write).
So now I have written almost an entire blog about True Love and still not come to the meat of the matter.
So here is the axis of it all, the apogee.
True Love is.
It is, like love is.
You can Accept it or not. It doesn't change that it happens and that writers and poets and songwriters and singers and lovers will try to quantify, qualify and contain it into one song, poem, movie or declaration and succeed and fail. Love is undefinable with infinite expressions of it.
However, True Love is something more than that.
Just like being in love is different than loving someone.
Sheena Sharma: "You can be in love with a man, and loving him will automatically come with the package, but you don’t have to necessarily be in love with a man in order to love him."
I found her article and it fits in well here. I agree with much of what she says about the importance of being in love.
I read several other sources including ones I would have once written myself defining what it is to truly love someone.
However, the more I consider true love, I am struck by one prevailing principle: True Love never stops, never quits, never ends, crosses beyond death, and never, never gives up.
If you find it with someone, you are not going to buy into the idea that "if you really love him- you have to be willing to let him go."
(Expletive deleted) That!
True Love has to mean not accepting the world's view of love and loss nor the practical, logical acceptance that people fall in and out of love.
Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me?
Buttercup: Well... you were dead.
Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
Buttercup: I will never doubt again.
Westley: There will never be a need.
For me, I think the peace that I have come to is that True Love is truly rare. It only happens once in a lifetime and being the schmucks that we tend to be, we ignore it.
We either miss the bus or walk away from the "click."
The click is that human response when two people meet and they click like they are two puzzle pieces in a huge jigsaw jumble and if they both allow it, will fit together.
It's not like you won't meet other people and be happy with them. It's not like you cannot be in love with someone else, it is more this is the perfect fit but not the only fit.
I want the click, probably since I have never really met another person I would be willing to drop everything for or cross the globe to find out if it was all for love.
I want the click.
Now back to acceptance. Because I accept God, Light and Love; I also accept that the Three have a plan for me.
I can allow that plan to form my life (I'm trying to accept this like I accept breathing)- or I can let my doubts creep in and say things like "If there is only one person for me than I probably missed her since it hasn't happened yet."
I don't pretend to know God's plan, but I suspect that there is one for all of us.
You get to choose whether you follow it.
Accept the click when it happens.
Or just decide you know better and ignore the obvious and go your own way. Many if not most of us do the latter and hence my argument that True Love is truly rare becomes true.
If we could would or even should accept my earlier inference then we should show patience and acceptance that we all have someone in our life we are supposed to be with.
The soulmate sounds too corny to me. (sorry)
One True Love.
And the Cynics and Haters will have a field day with that.
What if she dies before you meet, as if anyone human has that knowledge. If you accept or believe in things unseen, unproven, that goes beyond your 5 senses, then you should accept that True Love like God and Light can and does exist for all of us.
It just takes patience and the willingness to admit that you don't have it all figured out.
Also, if you are with someone and what I just said annoys you because you think I am wrong and all the decisions you made ended you up with that other person this invalidating my entire argument. Let me ask you this.
Are you sure that you have not just had True Love all this time and ignored it?
This is not an argument.
This is me saying, I accept that the Universe has meaning
and by that I mean I accept that God has a plan for me.
I accept that Light is more than what I feel on my skin, the brightness in the darkness, the scientific levels of protons and photons, the colors that the light translates into my brain, the way light falls across my lover's hair, the shadows it casts when it intersects with other objects, the way it bends around things if not just going through them, I accept there is more to light than I will ever know as I accept that there is more to love than I will ever understand.
I may die alone questioning how I managed to miss my significant other, but that is what is then not what is now where it hasn't happened yet.
This is the way I process life. I will wait. I will listen. I will love. One day, I might get it right. Now for the rest: Love is like this.
It's just to clarify a point.
and
and finally
In the End, I return to my favorite film and let it redefine True Love all over again. and that is True Love...according to Mike.
