“Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.” – Marianne Wilson
This is for the those of us who do not enjoy today. Love is by far, the greatest thing. All things comes with a flip side. The flip side of love is not hate; It is loss and hurt and fear. Its disconnection and a feeling of falling into a void without a net. Gut-wrenching, heart-scarring, soul-sucking, insomnia-dulled, angst-fueled, existential ache. If you’ve been through this, (and who hasn’t?), its not easily forgotten, if even subconsciously. You probably put up defensive barriers, maybe even walls of barb-wire. We all do it.
What is this empty void of hurt we feel we fall into? Its just fear. Fears you were born with, fears you learned, fears that are built into our species. But you are still you, you are still there, not in a void. One of the best things you can do is have compassion for yourself. Some of these fears are the cause of…
Some of these fears are the cause of losing love. Everyone’s fears have a different style, different nuance, different emphasis. Your old love’s fears probably clashed with your own. When it comes to working with fears, we are often blind. We fall for illusion. The other best thing you can do is have compassion for the other person.
Fears will always linger to some extent. Again there is a flip side, one with a silver lining. If you can get to the lining. Its gold.
“This feeling of being haunted by impermanence is what makes love real, sweet, heartbreaking, tender, open, raw, vulnerable and precious.”
The very best thing you can do is keep this in mind.
Lets wallow a bit… Some poetry quotes by Pablo Neruda:
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
“Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”
“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
“Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
“so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.”
“But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.”
At this point, I’d like to offer you some sage personal advice: Ignore everything I wrote here. Drink a bottle of wine, blast some music, and laugh as deep as you can. That’s some good shit. Use your illusion.
Michael Witten is a science-educated geek turned photographer. Based in Babylon, NY, he enjoys the Ocean, a north wind in summer, moonshine on his sails, microbrew craftiness, and sharing his lens on beauty.
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