When I first began this blog I wrote a lot about "love." It seemed like every post dealt with a lost love or a search for love or a desire for love or a pessimism of love. I realized that I haven't written a post about love in quite some time.
I told myself I was concentrating on my writing and social entrepreneurship ideas and putting love aside for a bit. Deep down, somewhere near my pancreas, I knew I was lying. I mean, I knew I'd TRY but that my search for love was too ingrained in me to put aside easily. To me, love symbolizes an answer to the meaning of life. How could you put that aside? But I have.
What have I done with that constant ache I've held near the center of my chest for so long? Yes, the pain would subside when I met someone that elicited hope but it would roar back with a vengeance when the relationship faltered. And if I'm honest with myself, that pain was there even when I was in my relationships - I just fought to ignore it. So here I am, living life in the same wondrous state as always, but that focus that has existed for over a decade has faded. Am I giving up? Am I supposed to?
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I don't think you're supposed to. But then, I can't really say, I believe that it comes to you youself...you can't go looking for love. And it would be hypocritcal of me to say all of the above, I have a pretty cynical view of love. :)
Thank you for all the nice things you said about my writing. I like to think I'm a mediocre writer. I like your writing much better...you talk about life, I talk about me.
And I still disagree with you on your last post. If you're comfortable with yourself, you're supposed to LIKE yourself, and not want any changes--especially physical.
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