I just don’t know why it’s so hard to quit my people. I have always believed it was loyalty, but now I wonder if it’s because it’s just easier to stay. I like things to be in their place so I can do all the rest of my stuff without complication. I am not lazy. I love my people. But sometimes it’s just time to quit.
I hate to love you…paradoxically thinking or oxymoronically?
“He who fears he shall suffer, already suffers what he fears.”Michel de Montaigne
I fear that I shall love, so does that mean I already love what I fear?
I have feared loving: “fear is the enemy of love”.
en·e·my ˈenəmē/noun: a thing that harms or weakens something else.
It’s as if we choose not to love because we fear “it”: it’s ability to take over our minds, our bodies and our senses. Giving in to love can signify a complete surrender of oneself. I have always struggled with the concept of two people becoming one.
But…for me, this says it all.
“When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.”
― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea
As I mentioned in a previous post about possession, I really DO believe that children are only lent to us.
Yes, they are our children forever or at least until either of us passes on, but they are NOT our possessions.
I love my children more than I could have ever imagined loving anyone. I loved them more than my ex husband, which is probably why he is just that…ex. Regardless, this is about ownership. We can own ourselves, we can own property, but we can’t own others. It’s not possible. We can belong to groups, but not to another, since in a sense, because it also implies ownership on the part of another. So, this is my declaration of freedom. Freedom from ownership. In all senses.
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