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It is not the the guiding light.,
It does not have to be the guiding light.
To destruction. Self-destruction or any other types.
Assignment for today: Do not overthink.
Question: In your mind, your mind’s eyes, your eye’s eyes, which of the following is the most important to you?
No fair looking at your neighbor’s paper.
Or.
Your neighbor’s anything, anyone.
Throughout eras, platonic love was slowly categorized into seven different classical definitions.
Well. At least that says something about the classics—before imitation and repetition rendered us all—
The same.
and
Indifferent.
Indifference—possibly the worst of the worst when talking about,
Love.
Buckle up.
Here we go:
- EROS: sexual or passionate love, or a modern perspective of romantic love. (Hint: the ‘70’s-“Free to be, you and me”. Kinda stuff.)
- Philia: the love of friendship or goodwill, often met with mutual benefits that can also be formed by companionship, dependability, and trust. (Hint: A simple act. Show up.)
- Storge: the love found between parents and children, often a unilateral love. (Hint: Not to be confused with storage🙃)
- Agape: the universal love, consisting of love for strangers, nature or God. (Hint: Empathetic, Learned, rehearsed)
- Ludus: playful and uncommitted love, intended for fun with no resulting consequences. (Hint: No resulting consequences.)
- Pragma: love founded on duty and reason, and one’s longer term interests. (Hint: Steadfast. Soldier)
- Philautia: self-love, both healthy or unhealthy if one places oneself above the gods (to the point of hubris) and healthy if it is used to build self-esteem and confidence. (Hint: Hubris means pride or self-confidence). (wk)
The love spectrum.
As a society, to level the playing field, placed an inordinate amount of time in recent years “labelling” a person as this or that, while simultaneously rendering them inadequate.
Why?
What were the outcomes?
What were the consequences?
What, more importantly, where did the accountabilities “lay”. Or “lie”.
In love?
Or.
In love?
Or.
In love?
And so on and so on..
Research has told us, over and over.
Love is a feeling.
Can feel great.
Can feel crummy, too.
Does it last forever?
Is it “at first sight?”
Can it crumble before our very eyes, just the way a cookie does.
Crumble.
Most of the time, we deny, deny, deny and wrap the narrative round another’s neck like a chain.
A ball and chain.
A tethered chain.
Because of lack of willingness to admit, submit, commit.
To it.
In the interest of another’s growth.
Instead of ourselves.
We slice it.
We dice it.
Whatever it takes.
We change ourselves.
In the blink of an eye.
We change another.
In the blink of an eye.
We resist the temptation of change.
In the blink of an eye.
We choose to forget what to remember.
In the blink of an eye.
We choose to remember what to forget.
In the blink of an eye.
We posture, pose and elbow out.
In the blink of an eye.
To get to the front of the line of…….
Where?
And.
Why?
And.
For what?
We pass each other in the halls of life everyday.
Some with batty eyes of wishful connection.
Wanting to stay when they should have been gone long ago, long ago. While no one was watching played the hearts of the hungry, lonely, less than.
Then, arrogantly, walked away. With accentuated, swiveled hips to remind us not to mess with them.
Well.
Messing with them is sometimes the only fight left in life’s arsenal of battles fatigue.
Psychologically speaking.
Factually speaking.
Another whole ball of wax, ring of fire, engagement party in the making.
Dig. Dig. Dig.
To see what makes another “tick”, “ticked off” or “tickled pink.”
The battle lines are drawn.
The sports cars are at the starting line.
Waiting only to cross the finish line.
With a hot chick or a hot hunk at the controls.
Who knows.
Who really knows.
As cats already know, there are many ways to be skinned.
As dogs already know, it is a dog eat dog world.
As unpleasant as this scenario sounds, true love exists. Somewhere in there. Somewhere in there. God only knows. maybe. In the middle of when we decided to cross over the line. Or when we decided to stay put.
It can be a lonely place.
A lonely, lonely place.
After all. When we throw our clothes on at the start of the day. Who are we dressing for? Who cares if we match. Holy socks and all.
It has been said, in the cat fight world of attachment, “girls” dress up for each other in the competitive game of sagging and bagging the “guy”. The one who bags at the end of the night, is the
“Winner.”
Winner, winner chicken dinner.
Maybe.
Will call?
Will he call?
Will she call?
Will nobody call?
These questions better answered before spying became a daily activity. The passive-aggressive way of “caring” for one another amongst the cats and dogs battle lines. Along the way, slicing and dicing each other into oblivion because we forgot to
Love similarities.
Love differences.
Instead we placed a value on them.
Chaos erupted.
We blamed one another.
Instead of ourselves.
Chaos continued.
We forgot to pause.
Remember who came before us.
And look back for who is standing
Behind us.
So, so busy, proving we are where we are supposed to be.
Hmmmm.
Our trials, worse than yours.
Your trials, less than mine.
Their trials, do not matter.
Life exploded.
Mysteriously. By grace. His.
Love and life moves in tandem.
Not at our most desired pace.
We are oftentimes “told” when things should happen.
Man Plans. God laughs🤣😂.
At the end of the day.
Most importantly.
At the end of our lives.
The best, the very best we can hope for is that we loved at all.
Loved at all, with all its hurts, harms and risks.
Even for the most risk averse, to know true love feels rather,
Good.
Great even.
It may take a lifetime.
It may take blown stacks of ration, cash and zeal.
In the end. It may not even matter. God willing, we will be honored one way or another at the museum of the stones of graves and gardens. In the ground. In the wall. Lined side by side, next to one another. With the flowers we hoped for all our life, now adorning our name. Visitors come to remember only our goodness. Not our pain.
At peace.
At rest.
Knowing we gave it a good ride.
Alway.
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