When we stop loving, or lose love, where does it all go?? Forgive me for sounding a bit too carrie bradshaw, but I can't stop wondering what I am to do with all this lost love.
It's a funny thing, love. It's one of those rare English words that seamlessly transforms from a verb to an adjective, to a noun, an adverb and back to a verb again. Yet, we can't touch love. We can't technically see it either. It's much like the wind, or faith. It's intangibility is only made tangible from a feeling.
So what is it, exactly? In Greek, there are 13 different words for love. This is how loosely we define our English words. We have one. One word to encompass every feeling under the sun that stems from this love. I love new York in the fall. I love my Chanel sunglasses. I love all 94 pairs of my shoes. I love my family. I love vanilla cupcakes. I love sleeping in. I love my friends. I love cheese pizza. I love traveling. I loved a boy...
And then I stop short. LoveD. Is it really possible to stop loving someone the second they cowardly break your heart into a million tiny pieces? Does the love just evaporate into thin air? Where does it go? If they can quit so easily, shouldn't all of us be able to break the intangible bond, if for no other reason than to stop the endless torture?
Here's my revelation: Once the passion, the euphoria, and the pleasure fades, all you're left with is a choice. A recognition that love isn't always cupcakes and high heels and pretty leaves and glitter. It's a choice to stick out for the long haul; to understand that with the fabulous new York autumn, comes the inevitably unbearable winter, and to get one, you must have the other. A choice to choose to stay. To make it happen, to recognize that half of love is the hard stuff...it's what makes the good stuff worth it.
It brings me back to my original question: when love ends, where does it go? With all its illusions and games, I would still like to believe that love, in all its forms, comes from a pure and sacred place, and if love does have to end, if it were really love, it would come from a place of purity and peace.
So maybe the lost love wasn't ever really love after all.
Easier said than done, right? So that's it. Maybe we're all mistaking the good stuff for love and love only, and we are just waiting; hoping that if we finally find our "match" and true "love", the glass slipper will always fit. Unfortunately, feet grow (hello pregnancy). Styles change. Glass breaks. And if its really love; true abiding forever love, you know you can always just go to the 4th floor of bergdorfs to get a new pair of shoes.
It's like one of my fabulous femmes, Coco Chanel said: "Jump out the window if you are the object of passion. Flee it if you feel it. When Passion goes, only boredom remains." passion is never enough. The second we realize it's the passion AND everything that comes along with it, we'll have passion filled relationships forever. Courage of conviction, and a heart ready to endure a ride of its life- these are the only souls that survive love and still live to tell about it, or rather show it; in 13 million different ways.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
The first night of the rest of my life.
I realized there is a horribly distinct pattern in my writing. I tend to only do it whenever something shakes my core to the point of no return. To no avail, here I find myself, once again, clicking away on an empty screen; to prove my case in point. The difference this time, I think, is going to be the outcome of my core-shaking moment.
It comes at an opportune time. Weeks after reaching my 28th (gasp) year, I am faced with a decision that, to most people would seem, at first glance, more like a requirement than a decision. The decision to finally be the woman I was destined to become.
What most people don't know is that choosing to become who you actually are is a quite difficult and intricate process. A process that, despite many who are led to believe they constantly and inevitably live day in and day out, very few actually follow. The majority of people in the world follow a certain prescription of life. Because they should. Taking each day in stride, following a path that was already given to them; from their parents, lovers, husbands, teachers, wives, etc.. In fact, very few of us create our own paths. We end up falling victim to something or someone that comes along the way, and eventually convince ourselves that it is something we wanted all along.
Who really and truly has the guts to search within oneself, discover what it is that fuels them; to find the desire and passion to take them through anything and actually live it, everyday and never stop, no matter what the obstacle?
The fewest of the few, this much I know. In the next few months, I will be researching and revealing these brave souls. The fearless women who stop at nothing to be all they can be; never letting anything or anyone get in their way.
Through these brave hearts, I pray I find my place. Among the few that fought and fight the good fight; that live every day to the fullest, and leave a mark on us all. I know I was destined for greatness; and my place is among these women. Watch out world. Here I come.
It comes at an opportune time. Weeks after reaching my 28th (gasp) year, I am faced with a decision that, to most people would seem, at first glance, more like a requirement than a decision. The decision to finally be the woman I was destined to become.
What most people don't know is that choosing to become who you actually are is a quite difficult and intricate process. A process that, despite many who are led to believe they constantly and inevitably live day in and day out, very few actually follow. The majority of people in the world follow a certain prescription of life. Because they should. Taking each day in stride, following a path that was already given to them; from their parents, lovers, husbands, teachers, wives, etc.. In fact, very few of us create our own paths. We end up falling victim to something or someone that comes along the way, and eventually convince ourselves that it is something we wanted all along.
Who really and truly has the guts to search within oneself, discover what it is that fuels them; to find the desire and passion to take them through anything and actually live it, everyday and never stop, no matter what the obstacle?
The fewest of the few, this much I know. In the next few months, I will be researching and revealing these brave souls. The fearless women who stop at nothing to be all they can be; never letting anything or anyone get in their way.
Through these brave hearts, I pray I find my place. Among the few that fought and fight the good fight; that live every day to the fullest, and leave a mark on us all. I know I was destined for greatness; and my place is among these women. Watch out world. Here I come.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tick Tock....
Time. Its a tricky thing.
I'm battling with time at the moment; Its the one thing in life that we are truly helplessly controlled by. We can't stop it, we can't slow it down, we can't speed it up, can't turn it back. It is the most final thing in our lives. Time has brought me a magnitude of catastrophes...all at once. I guess thats life, though.
I moved to my dream city over a year ago, and the only thing that remains the same is where I reside. Its amazing what time can do. It literally Creeped up on me and changed my entire world (as if it was ever going to do anything less).
Billy Joel wrote a song in 1977, five years before I was born, that I swear was meant for me in this exact time in my life. It's called Vienna, and its about someone being so focused on "being someone monumental, achieving greatness, leaving a mark..." that eventually you let time pass you by, and you forget to have a life... not even realizing that a life is exactly what you need; what we all need. A real life. With real mistakes. Real accomplishments. Real love. Real pain.
All in all, it's a song about time. Time doesn't wait. It can't. It's the most beautiful and tragic thing about being alive. The sand never stops.
My epiphany, at this moment in time is simple: since we can't control time, we have to learn to control what happens during our time. We all have dreams, and of course they won't all come true, but I think I'm learning that while our dreams are dreamed up by us, they can actually determine how we live our lives today...and if we don't have dreams, we are just wasting our time.
My current dilemma finds me Feeling like i have no dreams left. Time has come in and swept them all up, and my heart has been broken into a million tiny pieces, that are scattered all throughout this city, all the way to Texas. Soo what now?
Time will invariably move on. Silently marching until the end of creation, sweeping up countless dreams, heartaches, loves, and hopes in it's path. I would like to think that time cared a bit about the damage it causes, but I know better, however, simply based on the good things that come along with time as well. It's a bit of a yin and a yang; good and bad if you will. I guess this is it. Life. And when we die, time doesn't stop. So I guess the lesson is to show time what we are made of. In the face of adversity, rise above that ticking clock and show everyone what you're made of; we don't have forever.
Remember, too, to Take a cue from time. When something so unbearable crushes your spirit, cutting off your air supply, crumbling your heart in so many pieces you believe you can't go on; just pick yourself up and keep on dreaming. Never stop believing, always remembering that time heals all wounds and if you take the time to dream and believe, great things will happen. Time has scientifically proven it, and for all of us skeptics, whats better than honest proof?
I'm battling with time at the moment; Its the one thing in life that we are truly helplessly controlled by. We can't stop it, we can't slow it down, we can't speed it up, can't turn it back. It is the most final thing in our lives. Time has brought me a magnitude of catastrophes...all at once. I guess thats life, though.
I moved to my dream city over a year ago, and the only thing that remains the same is where I reside. Its amazing what time can do. It literally Creeped up on me and changed my entire world (as if it was ever going to do anything less).
Billy Joel wrote a song in 1977, five years before I was born, that I swear was meant for me in this exact time in my life. It's called Vienna, and its about someone being so focused on "being someone monumental, achieving greatness, leaving a mark..." that eventually you let time pass you by, and you forget to have a life... not even realizing that a life is exactly what you need; what we all need. A real life. With real mistakes. Real accomplishments. Real love. Real pain.
All in all, it's a song about time. Time doesn't wait. It can't. It's the most beautiful and tragic thing about being alive. The sand never stops.
My epiphany, at this moment in time is simple: since we can't control time, we have to learn to control what happens during our time. We all have dreams, and of course they won't all come true, but I think I'm learning that while our dreams are dreamed up by us, they can actually determine how we live our lives today...and if we don't have dreams, we are just wasting our time.
My current dilemma finds me Feeling like i have no dreams left. Time has come in and swept them all up, and my heart has been broken into a million tiny pieces, that are scattered all throughout this city, all the way to Texas. Soo what now?
Time will invariably move on. Silently marching until the end of creation, sweeping up countless dreams, heartaches, loves, and hopes in it's path. I would like to think that time cared a bit about the damage it causes, but I know better, however, simply based on the good things that come along with time as well. It's a bit of a yin and a yang; good and bad if you will. I guess this is it. Life. And when we die, time doesn't stop. So I guess the lesson is to show time what we are made of. In the face of adversity, rise above that ticking clock and show everyone what you're made of; we don't have forever.
Remember, too, to Take a cue from time. When something so unbearable crushes your spirit, cutting off your air supply, crumbling your heart in so many pieces you believe you can't go on; just pick yourself up and keep on dreaming. Never stop believing, always remembering that time heals all wounds and if you take the time to dream and believe, great things will happen. Time has scientifically proven it, and for all of us skeptics, whats better than honest proof?
Thursday, April 8, 2010
My eternally frayed rope
I have been battling, quite unsuccessfully as of late, the subject of loss. In my traditional exploratory manner, I am trying to really identify with the feelings that follow when something is invaribly lost in our lives.
Let's take a set of keys for starters. When we lose our keys, the first emotion that sets in is panic. We search. And search, search and search. Looking high and low, we expect to find our object of desire right around the corner, under the nearest cushion or the last place we left them. Once finding said object becomes more difficult and seems increasingly impossible, a bevy of a emotions can follow. Anger could set in or varying levels of sadness. Regret finds its way in there as well. Perhaps also disappointment in oneself, or blatent disbelief. Whatever feelings come, it doesn't change the subject matter. Something, big or small, has been forever lost. Beyond this point, we must choose to take action. Depending on the degree of loss, we may have to find a replacement. Or just cut the loss and try and start over. Or even get a better version of the lost article. No matter the form, we have to move on. It's as simple and as complicated as that.
I can be completely rational and level-headed when applying this logic to a set of keys or a pair of sunglasses; but when trying to apply the "moving on" bit to a big loss; an epic void left in my life, I am finding it a bit more difficult.
Obviously, emotion can never be taken out of it or it wouldn't really be a loss. In my life lately, loss has sort of become a theme...an almost means to an end if you will. With Spring bringing new life everywhere, I am, in return, losing all my "old" (and current) life...and I am not taking it so well.
Much like losing my earrings or my Gina Leopard shoes, I'm approaching every one of my current losses: my heart, my confidence, my dog, opportunity, etc. with the same beginning process: I panic.
Putting out fires all over town, I have begun the process of each of these "losses" with the reactionary mindset of a panicked, desperate Crazy. It may not be as literal as "looking" for the loss, but it is denial in its rawest form; a trial of convincing myself that whatever "loss" in question can be saved. You can imagine how successful I am being at this. Obviously, I am finding that denial really is only a river in Egypt, and it leads nowhere.
I guess my saving grace is that at least all of the losses I am experiencing are at different stages in my whole "loss process." It's the only way to cushion the inevitable blow that will come upon the true realization of each loss. Some are further along than others, one, in particular, can and will never be replaced, and this fact in itself is a majorly disheartening one.
The more abstract losses I am experiencing are, for the most part, not really new, but perhaps are on a different level. I am slightly confused, however because once we lose something, such as ourselves, how can we continue to lose them over and over again? Is there something that I don't know?
It seems, as humans, loss is a vicious cycle. And here's the reason. With those salvagable losses, the ones that we can replace with a shinier model or a better version, we continue to do so. It's like lose and replace. Lose and replace. We replace so frequently at times, we can't even remember what we lost in the first place.
Perhaps I am getting too philosophical for my own good, but I am trying to understand why loss, in my life, has decided to travel in packs. And with most of them, I don't even want to get to the "moving on" part, because then it would validate the whole losing process. Why is it that we are so reluctant to let go of things that aren't even there anymore? And furthermore, how is it even possible that the LOSS, the void of something can cause so much pain?
I just wish I could cut my losses, and for once the cut would be clean; with no frayed edges. Anyone know where I can get a really sharp knife?
Let's take a set of keys for starters. When we lose our keys, the first emotion that sets in is panic. We search. And search, search and search. Looking high and low, we expect to find our object of desire right around the corner, under the nearest cushion or the last place we left them. Once finding said object becomes more difficult and seems increasingly impossible, a bevy of a emotions can follow. Anger could set in or varying levels of sadness. Regret finds its way in there as well. Perhaps also disappointment in oneself, or blatent disbelief. Whatever feelings come, it doesn't change the subject matter. Something, big or small, has been forever lost. Beyond this point, we must choose to take action. Depending on the degree of loss, we may have to find a replacement. Or just cut the loss and try and start over. Or even get a better version of the lost article. No matter the form, we have to move on. It's as simple and as complicated as that.
I can be completely rational and level-headed when applying this logic to a set of keys or a pair of sunglasses; but when trying to apply the "moving on" bit to a big loss; an epic void left in my life, I am finding it a bit more difficult.
Obviously, emotion can never be taken out of it or it wouldn't really be a loss. In my life lately, loss has sort of become a theme...an almost means to an end if you will. With Spring bringing new life everywhere, I am, in return, losing all my "old" (and current) life...and I am not taking it so well.
Much like losing my earrings or my Gina Leopard shoes, I'm approaching every one of my current losses: my heart, my confidence, my dog, opportunity, etc. with the same beginning process: I panic.
Putting out fires all over town, I have begun the process of each of these "losses" with the reactionary mindset of a panicked, desperate Crazy. It may not be as literal as "looking" for the loss, but it is denial in its rawest form; a trial of convincing myself that whatever "loss" in question can be saved. You can imagine how successful I am being at this. Obviously, I am finding that denial really is only a river in Egypt, and it leads nowhere.
I guess my saving grace is that at least all of the losses I am experiencing are at different stages in my whole "loss process." It's the only way to cushion the inevitable blow that will come upon the true realization of each loss. Some are further along than others, one, in particular, can and will never be replaced, and this fact in itself is a majorly disheartening one.
The more abstract losses I am experiencing are, for the most part, not really new, but perhaps are on a different level. I am slightly confused, however because once we lose something, such as ourselves, how can we continue to lose them over and over again? Is there something that I don't know?
It seems, as humans, loss is a vicious cycle. And here's the reason. With those salvagable losses, the ones that we can replace with a shinier model or a better version, we continue to do so. It's like lose and replace. Lose and replace. We replace so frequently at times, we can't even remember what we lost in the first place.
Perhaps I am getting too philosophical for my own good, but I am trying to understand why loss, in my life, has decided to travel in packs. And with most of them, I don't even want to get to the "moving on" part, because then it would validate the whole losing process. Why is it that we are so reluctant to let go of things that aren't even there anymore? And furthermore, how is it even possible that the LOSS, the void of something can cause so much pain?
I just wish I could cut my losses, and for once the cut would be clean; with no frayed edges. Anyone know where I can get a really sharp knife?
Friday, January 8, 2010
"To be or not to be..." it's not really a question at all.
Invariably, with every start of a new year, we all begin assessing our lives, current situations, jobs, etc in hopes of finding ways to improve. We look for things to change, ways to enhance or update, turn a new leaf...and thus, the resolution is born.
I am no stranger to this human ritual of creating a clean slate of resolutions for a start of a new year. Each year, I resolve to do at least one brave thing. Some years, I am slave to these vows of improvement, I write them down, post them on a mirror, track my progress...other years, it's a bit of a subdued process; changing them mid-year, ditching them altogether or just simply forgetting about them is my method. One thing is certain, I am always trying to improve my current situation. I think that may be the point of life; at least for us ambitious individuals. "How do I advance, excel, or better my current life?" seems to be the constant mantra in our already busy lives.
This year is plaguing me to almost torturous extremes. At the risk of sounding dramatic (big surprise), I am discovering that I am at a juxtaposition of sorts. Let me explain...
For as long as I can remember, I have been able to pinpoint exactly what I want in at least 2 areas of my life. I just knew. If I didn't know what I wanted to do, I knew where I wanted to be. If I didn't know how I wanted to get somewhere, I figured out what I wanted when I got there. This pattern has gotten me through years of dancing around the ever illusive, age-old question...what do we all really want?
Unfortunately, this year, the pattern has failed me. Miserably. I have no idea what I want, and I have no idea where to begin. I mean abstractly, of course, I still want all the normal things: I want to be happy, I want to love my life, love where I am and love what I do. The buck stops there.
"How do we get what we want if we don't even know what we want?"
Not to oversimplify the thought process, but I have to say that for the past week of the new year, this is the thought that is keeping me up at night.
I've run out of solutions. I have nowhere else to go. And my life is nowhere near where I want it to be, and I don't know where to begin. Happy New Year, huh? Enough with the cheerful auld lang syne, though. I seriously doubt I am the only person facing this dilemma, and yet, I have to get over it...The new year, and life, moves on.
So with the start of this year, I have decided to not partake in my ever ritualistic action of creating, and sometimes breaking, resolutions. I want to start my new year; the new decade, on a bit of a different (and hopefully the right) foot. Simplifying my desires, what I know is that I want to be happy. I want to feel amazing about myself every single day. I want to have fun. I want to (maybe) fall in love. I want to make a difference in people's lives. I want to wake up every morning bursting to start the day. I want to feel beautiful. I want to smile...all the time. I want to know the answers. I don't want to have it all figured out. I want to feel useful. I want to be appreciated. I want positive people in my life. I want to stay in touch with my friends. I want to be successful. I want to achieve more. Do more.
Inadvertently, it seems I know exactly what I want.
With the beautiful words of Diane Von Furstenburg as my ever constant mantra, "I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, but I knew the woman I wanted to become..." This year, I am going to start to become that very woman, and for once, let who I am really define me, and let my actions just follow.
I am no stranger to this human ritual of creating a clean slate of resolutions for a start of a new year. Each year, I resolve to do at least one brave thing. Some years, I am slave to these vows of improvement, I write them down, post them on a mirror, track my progress...other years, it's a bit of a subdued process; changing them mid-year, ditching them altogether or just simply forgetting about them is my method. One thing is certain, I am always trying to improve my current situation. I think that may be the point of life; at least for us ambitious individuals. "How do I advance, excel, or better my current life?" seems to be the constant mantra in our already busy lives.
This year is plaguing me to almost torturous extremes. At the risk of sounding dramatic (big surprise), I am discovering that I am at a juxtaposition of sorts. Let me explain...
For as long as I can remember, I have been able to pinpoint exactly what I want in at least 2 areas of my life. I just knew. If I didn't know what I wanted to do, I knew where I wanted to be. If I didn't know how I wanted to get somewhere, I figured out what I wanted when I got there. This pattern has gotten me through years of dancing around the ever illusive, age-old question...what do we all really want?
Unfortunately, this year, the pattern has failed me. Miserably. I have no idea what I want, and I have no idea where to begin. I mean abstractly, of course, I still want all the normal things: I want to be happy, I want to love my life, love where I am and love what I do. The buck stops there.
"How do we get what we want if we don't even know what we want?"
Not to oversimplify the thought process, but I have to say that for the past week of the new year, this is the thought that is keeping me up at night.
I've run out of solutions. I have nowhere else to go. And my life is nowhere near where I want it to be, and I don't know where to begin. Happy New Year, huh? Enough with the cheerful auld lang syne, though. I seriously doubt I am the only person facing this dilemma, and yet, I have to get over it...The new year, and life, moves on.
So with the start of this year, I have decided to not partake in my ever ritualistic action of creating, and sometimes breaking, resolutions. I want to start my new year; the new decade, on a bit of a different (and hopefully the right) foot. Simplifying my desires, what I know is that I want to be happy. I want to feel amazing about myself every single day. I want to have fun. I want to (maybe) fall in love. I want to make a difference in people's lives. I want to wake up every morning bursting to start the day. I want to feel beautiful. I want to smile...all the time. I want to know the answers. I don't want to have it all figured out. I want to feel useful. I want to be appreciated. I want positive people in my life. I want to stay in touch with my friends. I want to be successful. I want to achieve more. Do more.
Inadvertently, it seems I know exactly what I want.
With the beautiful words of Diane Von Furstenburg as my ever constant mantra, "I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, but I knew the woman I wanted to become..." This year, I am going to start to become that very woman, and for once, let who I am really define me, and let my actions just follow.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
the ending is all that matters...
Regrets. We all have them. I know I have written so many times about regrets. I have always always always said that I will live with no regrets. Do what I do, trust that the things that happen are meant to be and life is what it is.
The problem with this theory on living life with no regrets is...there is a sort of lackluster existance to it all. Almost a "ho-hum" day-to-day life living that seems, to some, almost safe.
I know what you are thinking. Living with "no regrets" is safe?! What??? But just hear me out.
Perhaps those that live with no regrets never truly reflect enough upon their lives. Perhaps, they simply chalk up everything that happens as a mere "plan" and almost lose the responsibility to really choose to do the brave thing...To try. To actually do something they know they will regret later.
I know this sounds crazy, but coming from someone who used to say she had "no regrets" to having loads of them, I think I have found the catch-22.
In order to learn from life, we have to have regrets. I'm dealing with quite a heavy regret right now. This one is so severe, that I truly wish I had never even experienced it. EVER. Like, I would give my left hand to go back and erase it. To never experience it...any of it.
But then I think about it, and I am discovering that if we really were able to go back...to actually utilize our hindsight and change what we did or didn't do, we wouldn't have what we do. Life wouldn't be the same, and then we would have a whole new set of regrets. The cycle is virtually endless, and the outcomes are anyone's guess. So if we just stick with the "original" regrets, continue to choose to live, with the possibility of several regrets, we may have a fighting chance at a passionate existance.
Even still, there are some things I don't want to learn from. Why do we have to learn from life, anyway? I mean is there going to be some big test at the end of the road of life that we better have studied for?
Either way, regrets are always getting in my way. It's as if I am a bit of a slave to them...embarking on things I know I am just going to regret later...my regret/life/hindsight cycle has virtually been the same for over a year now, and I still cannot seem to pull myself out.
I'll tell you though, in any case, whatever the answer, we keep doing it; we proceed onward, throwing all caution to the wind, living in our regretful ways, I think, we do it hoping that one day, one regret we embark on will turn out to not be one after all...starting a new cycle of life.
The problem with this theory on living life with no regrets is...there is a sort of lackluster existance to it all. Almost a "ho-hum" day-to-day life living that seems, to some, almost safe.
I know what you are thinking. Living with "no regrets" is safe?! What??? But just hear me out.
Perhaps those that live with no regrets never truly reflect enough upon their lives. Perhaps, they simply chalk up everything that happens as a mere "plan" and almost lose the responsibility to really choose to do the brave thing...To try. To actually do something they know they will regret later.
I know this sounds crazy, but coming from someone who used to say she had "no regrets" to having loads of them, I think I have found the catch-22.
In order to learn from life, we have to have regrets. I'm dealing with quite a heavy regret right now. This one is so severe, that I truly wish I had never even experienced it. EVER. Like, I would give my left hand to go back and erase it. To never experience it...any of it.
But then I think about it, and I am discovering that if we really were able to go back...to actually utilize our hindsight and change what we did or didn't do, we wouldn't have what we do. Life wouldn't be the same, and then we would have a whole new set of regrets. The cycle is virtually endless, and the outcomes are anyone's guess. So if we just stick with the "original" regrets, continue to choose to live, with the possibility of several regrets, we may have a fighting chance at a passionate existance.
Even still, there are some things I don't want to learn from. Why do we have to learn from life, anyway? I mean is there going to be some big test at the end of the road of life that we better have studied for?
Either way, regrets are always getting in my way. It's as if I am a bit of a slave to them...embarking on things I know I am just going to regret later...my regret/life/hindsight cycle has virtually been the same for over a year now, and I still cannot seem to pull myself out.
I'll tell you though, in any case, whatever the answer, we keep doing it; we proceed onward, throwing all caution to the wind, living in our regretful ways, I think, we do it hoping that one day, one regret we embark on will turn out to not be one after all...starting a new cycle of life.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
burn me at the stake
Tonight my theme is totally going to be sacrifice...in an completely inadvertent way.
So we all know the story of Joan of Arc, correct?! I mean, here we have this ultimate heroine...in a sense, the very first feminist. Joan was a woman with a very determined mind. She knew what she believed, knew what was right, didn't give a FUCK if anyone approved or not, and she totally went for it. She put everything she had; her emotions, her mind, her beliefs, posessions, everything...on the line; all to stand up for what she believed in.
In a sense, she made no pretenses about anything...no bullshit, no games...she put all her cards on the table and let the chips fall where they may.
In her case, they decided to fall on a bunch of fire and some wood, at her expense. But to Joan, it was no matter. She did what she came to do. She sacrificed her life for her beliefs, and in the end was a better person for it (can you even name any woman we still talk about to this day with the same amount of respect and grandeur..? I think not.)
Lately, I am realizing that some of us in life, are a lot like this beloved Joan. Not many, but some people take everything they have; personality, life, relationships, beliefs, emotions, feelings, physicality...and put it all out there, every single day. I think by default a certain portion is guarded, but for the most part, the raw, intense guts of a person are on display for all the world to see.
These people tend to either have really amazing relationships; or they have none at all. Depending on the audience, these soul-bearers pay no attetion to what others might think and truly live for themselves...
Being one who is quite fond of metaphorically being tied to a stake, I have some recent findings to share. As I get older, I find it harder and harder to let myself loose if something hasn't gone my way. If I embark on something I feel is not worthy, it is slightly more dfficult to let go than someone else.... yet I continue to stay tied to the post. Day in, day out, I expose all of it. There are no secrets, no hidden agendas...it is truly raw emotion...and all that it implies.
So why does such a simple concept bring such complicated results?! I don't have the answers, but I do know, that being so open and passionate about everything definitely does involve risks. Sometimes, these risks include getting heartbroken, let down, cheated or unsatisfied....
but is the previous better than the latter? Would we rather set ourselves up; open and honest and willing to "go there" as opposed to being cold, aloof, standoffish and not open to any of life's opportunities???
I think the point is to figure out your priorities. Knowing what is and isn't worth it. And also, being kind to everyone never hurt either. AS long as you know what you want, willing to stop at nothing and not afraid of some pretty hurtful side effects....be prepared for the ride of your life.
So we all know the story of Joan of Arc, correct?! I mean, here we have this ultimate heroine...in a sense, the very first feminist. Joan was a woman with a very determined mind. She knew what she believed, knew what was right, didn't give a FUCK if anyone approved or not, and she totally went for it. She put everything she had; her emotions, her mind, her beliefs, posessions, everything...on the line; all to stand up for what she believed in.
In a sense, she made no pretenses about anything...no bullshit, no games...she put all her cards on the table and let the chips fall where they may.
In her case, they decided to fall on a bunch of fire and some wood, at her expense. But to Joan, it was no matter. She did what she came to do. She sacrificed her life for her beliefs, and in the end was a better person for it (can you even name any woman we still talk about to this day with the same amount of respect and grandeur..? I think not.)
Lately, I am realizing that some of us in life, are a lot like this beloved Joan. Not many, but some people take everything they have; personality, life, relationships, beliefs, emotions, feelings, physicality...and put it all out there, every single day. I think by default a certain portion is guarded, but for the most part, the raw, intense guts of a person are on display for all the world to see.
These people tend to either have really amazing relationships; or they have none at all. Depending on the audience, these soul-bearers pay no attetion to what others might think and truly live for themselves...
Being one who is quite fond of metaphorically being tied to a stake, I have some recent findings to share. As I get older, I find it harder and harder to let myself loose if something hasn't gone my way. If I embark on something I feel is not worthy, it is slightly more dfficult to let go than someone else.... yet I continue to stay tied to the post. Day in, day out, I expose all of it. There are no secrets, no hidden agendas...it is truly raw emotion...and all that it implies.
So why does such a simple concept bring such complicated results?! I don't have the answers, but I do know, that being so open and passionate about everything definitely does involve risks. Sometimes, these risks include getting heartbroken, let down, cheated or unsatisfied....
but is the previous better than the latter? Would we rather set ourselves up; open and honest and willing to "go there" as opposed to being cold, aloof, standoffish and not open to any of life's opportunities???
I think the point is to figure out your priorities. Knowing what is and isn't worth it. And also, being kind to everyone never hurt either. AS long as you know what you want, willing to stop at nothing and not afraid of some pretty hurtful side effects....be prepared for the ride of your life.
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