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Pondering Love Quotes & Relationships

I’ve been running across a lot of quotes on love and relationships recently. And, while at first read they seem sweet or reassuring, or even good advice, they actually aren’t. They’re instead over-simplifying a phenomenon (i.e., relationships) that has been evolving and growing and changing and staying the same for centuries; something people have been trying to define for eons.

It’s too simple. And too one-sided most of the time.

‘Cause, the thing is . . . You can’t love those you care about so much that you yourself are last on your list of priorities. And you can’t love yourself so much that you always put yourself over others as a priority either.

One is self-detrimental, and the other is selfish.

In truth, when we act out such extremes, it is often neither healthy nor right. Rather, we usually need to find a balance between the two — which is a lifelong process of thinking, adjusting the intensity levels on various factors, and always learning . . .

Which is why a single, one-sided quote on the subject, while comforting, generally makes us lean towards either being a doormat or being an ass.

Neither will work for a healthy relationship in the long run. And we’re all fooling ourselves if we think it’s that simple or that easy.

 

The thing is... You can't love those you care about so much that you yourself are last on your list of priorities. And you can't love yourself so much that you always put yourself over others as a priority. One is self-detrimental, and the other is selfish. And the truth is, when you have such extremes, neither is healthy nor right. And so, you have to find a balance between the two - which is a lifelong process of thinking, adjusting the levels, and always learning... Which is why a single, one-sided quote on the subject, while comforting, generally makes us lean towards either being a doormat or being an ass. Neither will work for a healthy relationship in the long run.And we're all fooling ourselves if we think it's that simple or that easy. #TheTruthAboutRelationships #Love #Priorities #OneSidedQuotes #OneSidedAdvice Written By A Moody Pen WOLIWAIS

 

Quiet Conversations between the Caterpillar and the Butterfly: Stepping into the Dark Ocean

Conversations between the Caterpillar and the Butterfly: Stepping into the Dark Ocean: Said the Butterfly to the Caterpillar: There is an odd thing that I do. Sometimes, I sit and daydream and imagine what it would be like if a particular person I knew, someone I loved, were to die.

Said the Butterfly to the Caterpillar:

There is an odd thing that I do.

Sometimes, I sit and daydream and imagine what it would be like if a particular person I knew, someone I loved, were to die.

I delve into that thought, submerge into that darkness, willingly; and I allow the sheer dark potency of the emotions that come up to wash over me and drown me…

And then when I resurface, I’m calmer, my perspective’s shifted a little, and I even reach out to that person I thought of immediately sometimes. Just to enjoy their presence. I don’t tell them I thought of them disappearing; that’s my dark ocean to drown in, not theirs. I just enjoy their presence; the relationship we have; the fact that we’re here, alive, together, and somehow reachable, even if we live countries and time zones apart.

I do this because I know how unpredictable life can be. And I don’t want to take those I care about for granted.

I don’t want to wait until they’re actually gone to appreciate them and regret all the things I never said or did.

I don’t like the cruelty of the philosophy, “We never understand someone or something’s value until we lose it. Until we no longer have it.” It might be true, but that doesn’t mean I have to succumb to it. I won’t.

It’s not idealism, though. I don’t imagine that I’ll have no regrets at all if I do this. Of course, I will. But I will avoid the regrets I can. I will remember what I have, who I have, and what they mean to me.

I will tell them I love them; I will spend time with them; I will drink in their presence and be simply and fiercely grateful that I met them and have them in my life.

But I do forget sometimes. Which is why I sometimes need to step into that ocean…and submerge in the overwhelming despair of wondering, “What if this person I loved, whom I cared about, died tomorrow?”

I have practice doing this now. So the imaginary thought is realistic.

The emotions that follow are ravaging.

But…I do have practice doing this now. So, while the feelings it invokes are intense, they are not harsh enough anymore for me to crumble; and when I step out of this ocean, the droplets dry away effortlessly and quickly, leaving me dry and free and thankful and happy.

For they are here and they are fine and within reach; and I love that I’m alive too to know them.

So yes, this might seem like a pretty morose thing that I do sometimes…

But I wouldn’t trade it. I feel it’s well worth the insight I get in return.

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#LoveNotes – #1

Love Note: Like the infinite quiet of those stars on black; As powerful as a silent heart attack; That’s the depth and height of what I feel for you, my love… My heart…My friend… My comrade at my back…

Like the infinite quiet
of those stars on black;
As powerful as a silent heart attack;
That’s the depth and height
of what I feel for you, my love…
My heart…My friend…
My comrade at my back…

Written by a Moody Pen: Chapter 6

 

Written by a Moody Pen

(& Often a Sarcastic Muse)

 

 

Chapter 6

 


Love Is…

 

To feel like one

Though you are two.

To remain the same,

But each dawn you’re new.

To be beside

But distance kept.

To stand up straight,

Though allow to be swept.

To open your heart

But to still keep ’em guessing.

To have the strength

For any curse or blessing.

To speak without words,

But to use them as well.

To look to the future,

But let the past ring a bell.

To be as different,

But still see eye to eye.

To stay firm on the ground,

But to reach for the skies.

 

Love is something

Perfect, yet not.

It’s something that’s been found,

But is still being sought.

It cannot be seen

But can be felt within.

It’s as wide as the earth,

But as small as a pin.

 

All forms of love

Are different, yet the same.

It’s a feeling that should

Be wild and yet tame.

 

Love is a feeling

Of both the heart and the mind.

And love can be felt,

By all and any kind…