Two expressions relating to love that I…well, love:
- “The heart wants what the heart wants.” (Implying that logic has absolutely nothing to do with governing our emotions….a fact that I find excruciatingly, undeniably true)
- “We do not get unlimited chances to have the things we want. And, this I know: Nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could’ve changed your life.” (Okay, so this does not expressly imply it’s about love…but it speaks to me anyway, so I’m allowing it.)
It’s my blog and I’ll preach if I want to…
Sometimes, life is about opposites. Not unlike Fridays and Sundays…or weekdays and holidays…sometimes…you either love something or you hate it. There’s no middle ground to be found…and you’re having enough trouble just keeping yourself on the road. The steering wheel has a serious cut to the right and it’s taking every ounce of your strength to keep from drifting into the breakdown lane…where those stupid cuts in the highway make your car vibrate like a cheap rent-by-the-hour motel bed.
You know what I’m talkin’ about.
I’m talking about love. So much of the time, it seems we’re either searching for it, or suffocating from it. See? Rarely middle ground. For those lucky few that are living the miracle of emotional bliss, I both honor & envy you. It seems that you have the rarest of unities...and it's possible that you may need to be studied. It seems the majority of songs are dedicated to finding, discovering or searching for love and I believe the only time it’s absolutely unconditional is when it comes from Mom.
I will argue this point indefinitely, so consider yourself warned. Your relationship with your mom is unquestionably the only one that comes with absolutely no prior baggage….think about this. It’s the purest form of love. The freshest, cleanest of beginnings. The kind of love that causes your mom to instinctively throw herself in front of a bus for you…or is that because she couldn’t stand one more minute of your whining?
The jury’s still out on this one.
And what was that song? Oh, right…love...IS LIKE OXYGEN.
No matter who you are…celebrity or common-folk…we’re all helplessly powerless to resist it. It completes us…gives us a reason to put one breath in front of the other.
I dare anyone to tell me it doesn’t matter…that they’d be just as happy without it.
“Love will keep us together”…Captain & Tenille.
“Love is blue.”…Paul Mauriat (a shout-out to my dad)
“Love me tender”….Elvis Presley
“I would do anything for love…but I won’t do THAT.”…Meatloaf
Okay, so 99% of the time, there’s a common theme. There’s always that one oddball in the group.
I make no apologies for wearing my heart on my sleeve...for loving without holding back. What’s the point of feeling something only halfway? Where’s the joy in that?? I'll move mountains for the people I love…and I’ve often ruminated that the "objects of my affection" are priceless…and I am eternally grateful for them. But do I hope for more? That soul mate...that one person that'll echo my laugh when something's funny, wrap me in his arms when I'm sad...look me square in the eye and say, "This is what we'll do" when things get scary? Of course. I hope he's out there....somewhere. But, not just anyone. Not the guy who's "fine", or "okay"...I'm still hoping for the one who'll make my stomach do a mini cartwheel when I spot him across the room. The one who'll make my heart patter when I see him walking towards me...with a slow smile on his lips and love in his eyes. Yes, folks...this time, I'm holding out. I'll wait, or I'll do without. This time, I want fireworks.
Juvenile? Maybe. Unattainable? Perhaps. Worth waiting for? Absolutely.
Till then, I will remain the eternal optimist…forever hoping…endlessly scanning the horizon...looking for fireworks.
(Dedicated to my Tweetbud, Marisol)