Winds Of Change
Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.
We accept the love we think we deserve. Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough. The more one judges, the less one loves. I wonder how many people don’t get the one they want, but end up with the one they’re supposed to be with. Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master. There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess. The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it. Come sleep with me: We won’t make Love, Love will make us.
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
People have forgotten this truth, But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose. I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that. It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you. Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire. I want to be in a relationship where you telling me you love me is just a ceremonious validation of what you already show me. The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love. We are told that people stay in love because of chemistry, or because they remain intrigued with each other, because of many kindnesses, because of luck. But part of it has got to be forgiveness and gratefulness. Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence. There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
True love is not so much a matter of romance as it is a matter of anxious concern for the well-being of one’s companion. Moments, when lost, can’t be found again. They’re just gone. When it’s gone, you’ll know what a gift love was. You’ll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.