I am no expert on the subject of love. I have been in love, but never have I had the
small blessing of being enveloped within it. I suppose that this small fact
invalidates anything I could say on the subject of the dynamics in a
relationship so I’m going to ignore that completely.
But I would like to think that I have plenty of experience
on the thorns of this life’s sweetest flower. I have had the great joy of
laying in the briar patch that bears the soul raw to life’s cold fingers. And
while pain is such a unique experience to each person, I would like to think
that the world only has so much creativity in devising tortures for the heart.
I am writing here for a plethora of reasons, chief amongst
them the pain that aches the heart of so many of you and a belief of coming
storms. I would love to tell you that the pained quivering of the heart lessens
quickly. I would love to tell you that everything happens in the way you want
it to. But nothing in my life tells me that any of those statements are true. Life
is nothing wholly pleasant, nor is it anything dreadful and drawn. Instead life
is a myriad of feelings. Feelings that can well up like the sea on thin isles
or leave you barren as the windswept mountaintops. Would you take the knife
from another’s wound only to watch them bleed and waste away? Would you have
only happiness and live a life hollow and without personal zest? Because it is
the pain that I have seen and experienced in my life that has carved my heart
deep and my soul wide. And it is that heart that holds golden hued honey to
soothe your wounds and cool water to cool your brow. And while it very often
overflows from my eyes and occasionally tempers the fiery passions of the soul
it too washes away the dust of others transgressions. Because we are human we
have emotions, we have desires and we have to capacity to love deeply. A
capacity that brings us to hurt quickly, to lie, to cheat, and shatter each
other with such veracity and vapidity that shakes nations apart and threatens
to extinguish the great souls in this world.
But no one that I have met during my time on earth has ever expressed
such an inane appreciation of the tempering of joy, the malnourishment of love,
or the extinguishment of the fires of the soul.
People are ruled by emotions and we can never expect
ourselves or others to act rationally in any situation where the heart can be a
player because just as no tea leaf unfurls the same as it sinks in the cup no
human reacts exactly the one before. It takes a soul experienced with great
sorrow or enlightened sagacious spirits to determine the paths people are
walking, and they too may over or underestimate the time it will take for
truths to ripen to fruition. Fear is a powerful master and one that many are
too familiar with for their own good. For it is the only virus that doesn’t die
with its host and one of the few that shows no symptoms as one walks living
double lives. And for the most part, there is nothing that we can do about it.
There is no antidote we can offer but to make a world a better place or to wait
for them to grow in courage. We are but the captains of our own vessels.
A wise child once stated that, “we live an unnaturally long
life” after watching a butterfly grow from an egg to an adult and then die in
the space of a year. And it is in this life that we are fortunate enough to
meet others blessed with such unnaturalness. But like us, they are independent
actors in this play. Their entrances and exits may be staged, but as for our
interactions – they are solely our own. And from each other we hopefully learn
lessons on life and about ourselves. And some are gifted enough to inspire
great change within ourselves and imprint themselves forever upon our ribs. But
sometimes there are those who come into our life to teach us lessons on love. A
subject as veracious as its element.
Because as fire can light stained glass set within cold stones, so can
love. But like love, fire can ignite recklessly, consume everything, and lay
the world bare. But how it happens is not only dependent upon the fire, but
also upon the lantern....
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