Love part 2

A friend was recently injured, and like most everything, it got me thinking...
He's been in an induced coma, and I'm not sure if he's aware of the outpouring of love and support he's been receiving. (It seems silly to think he could be aware of it, but who knows if he can't be?)

I realized, though, how much we really all are loved. Before his accident, this friend probably had no idea of how his friends really love him. Because as humans, we're all pretty silly, because we never tell each other.

Take me, for example. I treated him normally, like a friend. But the last time I saw him, I'm not sure if I gave him a hug, or anything like that. Just a smile, and a "See you later." To be fair, if I'd told him I loved him, he'd have gotten 'the wrong impression.'

But when I heard about his accident, I felt sick. All I could think or want was for him to be better. I just wanted (and want) to see his sly smile again, and talk to him.

It brings us to the issue between ego and our true selves. In our light, heady world, we're afraid to tell each other how we feel, because of social constructs, or who knows. But underneath it all, there's a truer, different kind of light. The light that loves, no matter what.

And in my times of lonliness (because let's be honest, folks, aren't we all lonely sometimes, on some level?), looking back I realized that I'm never really alone. Because just like my buddy, there are probably countless people who love me, too.

I think I often associated love with understanding... As in, no one could possibly really love me, unless they truly know me. And it could take an indefinite amount of time to know me, and perhaps a special sort of magic to understand me...

But now I think that's all a bit of BS, because I don't know my friend really well. And I don't completely understand why he chose to do certain things, or whatever. I never tried to understand. But what I do know, is that the feelings stirred within me, upon learning of his accident feel a lot like love. At least a form of it. And in these ties of friendship, we are never really alone.

Love, Love, Love

I was just reading about love, and thinking how we’re all connected. It’s love that unites us, and makes us human. And I think at the soul of it, at the root of it, we’re all simple souls. It may not seem that way because people have a way of accumulating bullshit.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written—in the unprofessional sense. And I’ve been wondering if I’ve lost my voice. Writing for survival is fun, sometimes mindless, sometimes like an in-depth word game. I get a little obsessed with flow, though that usually just comes naturally.

But writing for writing… My voice is somewhere. Maybe it’s here, in this wondrous mass of interconnected humanity. I keep turning back to it. What makes life special, what makes it beautiful.

I love how love is unexplainable. There’s science, but really, there’s no science. Please leave the brain chemistry out of this. Love is the real magic, and it’s something we all feel, sometimes greater, sometimes lesser… But I think it’s always there, on some level. Often it’s a matter of whether or not we choose to acknowledge it.

I’m not sure why it’s so scary for some people. Though maybe some fear pain. Like Icarus flying too close to the sun and getting burned…

I’ve felt pain. But it always passes because I manage to find the light inside, and the woven, fingers of light that connect us…

I’ve been holding back for a little while. Keeping myself solo. Maybe I’m just taking it slow. Maybe I’m just enjoying ‘slow,’ and the sweetness of letting the world unfold. But I’m constantly filled with love—from my friends, music, brilliant sunshine, my dogs’ warmth and my horse’s whinny… I love love. And I am full of it. ;)

It’s not science. It’s just cool. Like magic.