I am at times told that I must know a lot about love, but all I really know is that love comes to those who wait. I am floundering around in the dark like everyone else trying to find my rightful place, however I have learned a few important lessons on my personal journey about the insanity that love can create.
When we love we need to like the person we think is our ideal mate and that is where patience comes into play. The person you love may also be the person you don’t like; if that sounds confusing…it is!
There should be no power play and not a hint of a lie. There must also be a deep connection of mind before there is a connection of bodies. The question is; are we strong enough to wait? Usually not, that is a fact and the common denominator that can lead us either to a place of darkness and regret or absolute heaven...a little ‘getting to know you' time would give clear indication of the conflict reasoning that makes warning signs prominent.
I have a deep faith in God; this comes from a place of trauma and loss, a place of loneliness and despair. I came to a point in my life where God was/is my only hope of peace, he is my nurturer on the long path back to what became obsolete...steadiness of thought.
People are so quick to label others with negative judgement and that of course includes me, but I know it is not my place. However, prudence with a watchful eye is needed to live your life with the kind of responsible thought that should be attached to decision-making; this in turn can foster a feeling of dignity. We as humans are meant to enjoy our lives and we can do this by making good choices; it is what sets us apart from the apes. (Not forgetting table manners and accessorising)
A keen sense of observation helps to keep us on the journey of discovery, by doing this we find the key to wisdom. We are frail and if we can learn from our mistakes and from the mistakes of others we have done very well.
My world fell apart with the sudden death of my husband and I came to know hatred and despair first hand; I knew there had to be a turning point or I would go under. Through the kindness of family and friends and a boost from those little miracle pills that feed half the Western world (anti-depressants) I became at least half a person again, able to think for myself...and able to take full charge of my life.
Today I am able to laugh and be in the company of others again.
Contrary to some train of thought God does not put us in a position that will cause dilemma, we put ourselves there by being doormats. If trauma occurs we need to do what is difficult and that is to try to be astute and discerning, we know this feeling, it comes from the soul and the gut...it tells us to slow down;
... do we listen? NO!
... do we listen? NO!
We plunge in head first and crack our skulls in the process.
Love in its true form brings forth only good feelings of joy and lasting happiness, not trauma or the notion of low self-esteem. We recognise love by its cornerstone...happiness...if the joy in love is not present then we need to re-think our situation. Let us try to be discerning at a time when we are absorbed and smitten by the love/lust emotion...thereby allowing ourselves room to think on a safe level of true understanding that can halt indecision and clearly establish reality.