we got a groovy kinda love
experience is a wonderful thing sometimes and truly the best teacher.
how can we know what is truly good until we know what is truly bad?
perhaps there is something to the way of suffering and the path to enlightenment afterall.
i dunno. philosophy aside, the thought occurs to me tonight that we can only appreciate the goodness of real love when we've walked through the fire of a love gone wrong. or maybe its the case where we can only appreciate a love so true when we have only been loved so falsely before? i think it must be. i'm 37 years old. i can't pretend i've never said "i love you" to anyone before, nor would i want to, but at this point in my life i think i have a better grasp of what that means than i did when i said it at 16 or 21 or 25 or 30 ... or even 35 ... we change and we grow into the people we are from the experiences that shape our lives.
and i guess in the overall "experience" of being falsely loved i can honestly say that i've experienced the typical garden varieties. it all began with the forbidden love, typical of teenage heartbreak for that is exactly what it was, don't all girls go through that anyway? then there was the 'longing forever' love, where you are head over heels but the other person leaves you longing. and then there was the 'i can't live without him' kind of love of the teenage variety that ended in a 9 year ill planned and ill lived marriage. and after that other kinds of love. there was illicit love, the love of the thrill. and then there is the dreaded 'bigscreen love' in which every line is so well rehearsed you never see them coming. and the many forms of love will leave you scarred and hurt. some will make you cry because you are sad and some will make you scream in anger for believing in something you couldn't see.
but it is all of these many bad experiences with love or what i thought love to be that allow me now to find out what it really is...
it is sweetness, and innocence and the shining of something once jaded.
it is light shining in dark corners and cupboards that were long ago boarded up with the keys thrown away.
it is loving someone so much that you can lose yourself inside them and yet never lose yourself.
it is a man who tells you he is your soul and he can say that because he knows its true.
it's a groovy kind of love.
love's note of the night ... for those who have ever loved false or true
When You Are Old ... William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once,
and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
how can we know what is truly good until we know what is truly bad?
perhaps there is something to the way of suffering and the path to enlightenment afterall.
i dunno. philosophy aside, the thought occurs to me tonight that we can only appreciate the goodness of real love when we've walked through the fire of a love gone wrong. or maybe its the case where we can only appreciate a love so true when we have only been loved so falsely before? i think it must be. i'm 37 years old. i can't pretend i've never said "i love you" to anyone before, nor would i want to, but at this point in my life i think i have a better grasp of what that means than i did when i said it at 16 or 21 or 25 or 30 ... or even 35 ... we change and we grow into the people we are from the experiences that shape our lives.
and i guess in the overall "experience" of being falsely loved i can honestly say that i've experienced the typical garden varieties. it all began with the forbidden love, typical of teenage heartbreak for that is exactly what it was, don't all girls go through that anyway? then there was the 'longing forever' love, where you are head over heels but the other person leaves you longing. and then there was the 'i can't live without him' kind of love of the teenage variety that ended in a 9 year ill planned and ill lived marriage. and after that other kinds of love. there was illicit love, the love of the thrill. and then there is the dreaded 'bigscreen love' in which every line is so well rehearsed you never see them coming. and the many forms of love will leave you scarred and hurt. some will make you cry because you are sad and some will make you scream in anger for believing in something you couldn't see.
but it is all of these many bad experiences with love or what i thought love to be that allow me now to find out what it really is...
it is sweetness, and innocence and the shining of something once jaded.
it is light shining in dark corners and cupboards that were long ago boarded up with the keys thrown away.
it is loving someone so much that you can lose yourself inside them and yet never lose yourself.
it is a man who tells you he is your soul and he can say that because he knows its true.
it's a groovy kind of love.
love's note of the night ... for those who have ever loved false or true
When You Are Old ... William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once,
and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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