The Nature Of Love
Porta’s Cat touched a subject on his blog today that somehow has hit very close to home, and I don’t mean the “Premium Spicy Chicken” either… I visited his conscience early this morning and due to our firewall here at work, I still can’t comment on his entries. So, here I am, touching a subject he touched first…He seems to always “touch” my heart strings in many ways since we first met, all in a good way and I thank him for it.
Love can be very intense in all its definition. I read a poem that seems to describe the word love but these words speak very loudly about society… “Mention the word Love in a crowd or to a group, you are sure to get their undivided attention.” You can read it’s entirety by going to the site itself…(if even interested)…not many people are interested in that kind of mushy stuff…What can I say, I’m not here to add to the throngs of journal entries about guns, politics, etc…etc… etc... I touch just about everything in life, it’s a hit and miss, I go by my moods, daily life, this and that. I’m a woman, I’m entitled to do this… LOL… anyway back to the subject at hand.
I have had my moments too when it comes to being somewhat unhappy in relationships, but unhappy none-the-less. I either stuck it out due to children or because my love for that person had me trying to work things out, no matter how much grief and pain I was going through. My culture (Mexican) has always had the belief that the women had to put up and shut up with what ever circumstance(s) she found herself in because of her spouse/mate/respective other. Well, my mother wasn’t very happy with her baby daughter (me) since I decided to break that tradition after 20 years of marriage. I’m sure the thoughts within my culture, or any culture for that matter, is that if you are being taken care of financially, a roof over your head, food on the table, clothes on your back…then you can weather anything else. I believe that to an extent…I just can’t idly sit by and be ignored completely or taken for granted while someone sows their oats. I’ve learned that I’m not just a trophy (thank you PC)…I do have a mind of my own; I have dreams, wishes, goals, a heart…most of all I have too much respect for myself.
Isn’t it ironic how we all tend to hang on to love…even if we are not happy and our souls are dragging? I’m glad to say that I’ve grown in wisdom with the times that I have experienced with “hanging on” myself. We have to ask ourselves; are we hanging on because we have become too comfortable with our surroundings so much that we don’t like the idea of change or something new, just the thought of having that security blanket? The thought of being alone scares us, (at least for some of us)… After my experiences, I’ve asked myself that very question on many occasions. I can definitely sympathize with those that have been through it as well in this “sad society” as Porta’s Cat eloquently put it.
“And I say that very empathetically, as I was once a member of that sad society. So many of “us” are hanging on in such worn and tattered relations, waiting for the relief that is not likely to come, as the expectations we have are so far from realistic. And I was one of those for many a moon.”
We share this in common PC…and I’m glad that we can share the wisdom that has come from our experiences and better ourselves for it so that we can have a better relationship with that next “special” person that comes along in our lives. I do have to say that because of the bad experiences, we can’t or shouldn’t shut ourselves out completely to love. We can not be afraid of getting hurt. As the saying goes: Better to Have Loved and Lost Than To Not Have Loved At All.
Porta’s Cat left a song…and so with his little song rendition, I leave you all with this one…because when you truly love someone, isn’t it worth the effort to try and work through things before they do get out of control?
Come a little closer, baby
I feel like layin’ you down
On a bed of sweet surrender
Where we can work it all out
There ain’t nothin’ that love can’t fix
Girl, it’s right here at out fingertips
So come a little closer baby,
I feel like layin’ you down…
Come a little closer, baby
I feel like lettin’ go
Of everything that stands between us
And the love we used to know
I wanna touch you like a cleansing rain
Let it wash all the hurt away
So come a little closer baby
I feel like lettin’ go
If there’s still a chance
Then take my hand
And we’ll steal away
Off into the night
‘till we make things right
The suns gonna rise on a better day
Come a little closer baby
I feel like strippin’ it down
Back to the basics of you and me
What makes the world go round
Every inch of you against my skin
I wanna be stronger than we’ve ever been
So come a little closer baby
I feel like strippin’ it down
Come a little bit closer baby
Just a little bit closer baby
Come a little bit closer babyI feel like layin’ you down
Love can be very intense in all its definition. I read a poem that seems to describe the word love but these words speak very loudly about society… “Mention the word Love in a crowd or to a group, you are sure to get their undivided attention.” You can read it’s entirety by going to the site itself…(if even interested)…not many people are interested in that kind of mushy stuff…What can I say, I’m not here to add to the throngs of journal entries about guns, politics, etc…etc… etc... I touch just about everything in life, it’s a hit and miss, I go by my moods, daily life, this and that. I’m a woman, I’m entitled to do this… LOL… anyway back to the subject at hand.
I have had my moments too when it comes to being somewhat unhappy in relationships, but unhappy none-the-less. I either stuck it out due to children or because my love for that person had me trying to work things out, no matter how much grief and pain I was going through. My culture (Mexican) has always had the belief that the women had to put up and shut up with what ever circumstance(s) she found herself in because of her spouse/mate/respective other. Well, my mother wasn’t very happy with her baby daughter (me) since I decided to break that tradition after 20 years of marriage. I’m sure the thoughts within my culture, or any culture for that matter, is that if you are being taken care of financially, a roof over your head, food on the table, clothes on your back…then you can weather anything else. I believe that to an extent…I just can’t idly sit by and be ignored completely or taken for granted while someone sows their oats. I’ve learned that I’m not just a trophy (thank you PC)…I do have a mind of my own; I have dreams, wishes, goals, a heart…most of all I have too much respect for myself.
Isn’t it ironic how we all tend to hang on to love…even if we are not happy and our souls are dragging? I’m glad to say that I’ve grown in wisdom with the times that I have experienced with “hanging on” myself. We have to ask ourselves; are we hanging on because we have become too comfortable with our surroundings so much that we don’t like the idea of change or something new, just the thought of having that security blanket? The thought of being alone scares us, (at least for some of us)… After my experiences, I’ve asked myself that very question on many occasions. I can definitely sympathize with those that have been through it as well in this “sad society” as Porta’s Cat eloquently put it.
“And I say that very empathetically, as I was once a member of that sad society. So many of “us” are hanging on in such worn and tattered relations, waiting for the relief that is not likely to come, as the expectations we have are so far from realistic. And I was one of those for many a moon.”
We share this in common PC…and I’m glad that we can share the wisdom that has come from our experiences and better ourselves for it so that we can have a better relationship with that next “special” person that comes along in our lives. I do have to say that because of the bad experiences, we can’t or shouldn’t shut ourselves out completely to love. We can not be afraid of getting hurt. As the saying goes: Better to Have Loved and Lost Than To Not Have Loved At All.
Porta’s Cat left a song…and so with his little song rendition, I leave you all with this one…because when you truly love someone, isn’t it worth the effort to try and work through things before they do get out of control?
Come a little closer, baby
I feel like layin’ you down
On a bed of sweet surrender
Where we can work it all out
There ain’t nothin’ that love can’t fix
Girl, it’s right here at out fingertips
So come a little closer baby,
I feel like layin’ you down…
Come a little closer, baby
I feel like lettin’ go
Of everything that stands between us
And the love we used to know
I wanna touch you like a cleansing rain
Let it wash all the hurt away
So come a little closer baby
I feel like lettin’ go
If there’s still a chance
Then take my hand
And we’ll steal away
Off into the night
‘till we make things right
The suns gonna rise on a better day
Come a little closer baby
I feel like strippin’ it down
Back to the basics of you and me
What makes the world go round
Every inch of you against my skin
I wanna be stronger than we’ve ever been
So come a little closer baby
I feel like strippin’ it down
Come a little bit closer baby
Just a little bit closer baby
Come a little bit closer babyI feel like layin’ you down
I will leave my comment on Porta’s Cat experience with the “Premium Spicy Chicken” tonight
posted by a faith bigger than fear at Wednesday, March 22, 2006
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