Thursday, August 30, 2012

LOVE: TO RISK...TO LOVE....TO SURRENDER. IT'S OPEN ARMS

Everytime we put our hand out to someone or open our heart to someone...we run the risk of being rejected. Right? But we also run the risk...fifty-fifty chance of being accepted and loved and that is better odd than anything in Las Vegas. You also get a chance of someone reaching out and touching you in love. But yet most people are afraid to surrender to love...to anything. They haven't figured it out that my giving up something of a lower order, they achieve something of a much higher order. They are afraid to open and surrender because they

-afraid of getting hurt
-they think most people just want sex
-if someone knew who they really were...they would be horrified
-surrendering make them feel insecure and jealous. The deeper someone feels about someone else, the deeper the insecurity and jealousy, so they rather be casual and then they won't get hurt.
-they are afraid of getting bored in the realtionship, as soon as they get to know each other, the newness vanishes and so does the excitement
-or once they are in a relationship, they feel cheated. They feel like there must be more, so they go around and looking for it.

People are afraid to risk in love because they are afraid of getting hurt. They don't want to trust anyone. Listen, I have been hurt, you have been hurt...anyone who attempts to love will get hurt.. You can learn from pain. What a silly world we live in, where we believe that everything has to be so joyeous all the time. It not suppose to be that way. When you see these stupid commerical on TV where people are giddy over cornflakes or anything else for that matter is crazy. If these actor and actress are so esctatic over such things as a toilet cleaner, what's the matter with me and you, you might be asking yourself. I should be happy all the time, too. There's nothing wrong with a little pain. You have to experience it, learn to feel it, to scream, yell, gnash the walls. Let if come out. And then FORGET IT.Otherwise you're going to to store it up forever.

Listen, it's true that commitment and surrendering might hurt, and it's true that it will make great demands on you, and it also true that it going to demand change in you, and bring out your deepest feeling and make you feel miserable sometimes. But the only alternatives to surrendering and commitment is loneliness and despair. The only way you are ever going to see yourself and to grow is in an intimate relationship. If I want to know me I won't find it by living alone. I'm going to find it by your responses to me. The problem with people now is that most people don't want to work things out, why solve what the issues are when it easier to find someone else.

When I talk about surrendering ...I am talking about let me give and receive you without exploitation. I don't want to use you, I want to love you. I want to experience you. I want to know you. I want to smell you. I want to feel you. I want to grow with you. I want to dance with you, cry with you. I want to caress you. Eating a good dinner by yourself is fine, but sharing it with someone you love is heaven. Going to the park and looking at trees by yourself is great, but hang someone on your arm who say...look at those yellow ones while you are looking at the blue ones and you don't miss the yellow or the blues ones is fantastic.

What surrendering and commitment does is make our world larger. Your world become my world and my world become yours. You and I become US and that US gets bigger and bigger. You and I together are much stronger than you and I alone, When I take your in my life, I now have four arms instead of two. Two heads. Four legs. Two possibilities of joy. Sure, two possibilities of tears, but I can be there while you cryand you can be thre while I cry, because nobody should ever cry alone

What is love? It's open arms. It's keeping your arms open and people will come and go---as they will anyway. And sometimes you have this feeling of vast emptiness in you as I do, a gnawing in your guts, something screaming to get out...I sometimes think it my soul crying. When I am in a airplane, I sometimes look out at the clouds and I think of the wonder and magic of the universe. I want you in my life because without you, my life is never complete. But only when you find the you of you, will you have anything to give to me, just as I must find the me or me. Why do you think I read so much? Why do you think I watch so many movies? Why do you think I listen to music? And why I travel? So that I can get more and more and more and share it with you---that's the only purpose of having it. If we deny even one person entrance in your life, you'll never get his or her uniqueness from anyone else. You have to come to grips that love is everything. More is going on between you and me right now that just you reading my words Do you feel it?

I hate when I talk to someone and I can sense cautiousness and fear. Why are we building higher and higher wall to protect yourself from each other? I don't ever want to be protected from you. I want to just dive right in the middle of you. I want to experience you. I don't want to be protected from you. I'll trust. All i am saying is drop your cautious and mistrust...if not then your world is going to be bery limited, full of suspicion and ugliness. I'm nowhere lest than where you are. I'm just as confused. I'm just as lonely. I'm just as despairing. I cry often. I have no more answer than you do. I've just stopped asking the question. and surrender. But so many of us pretend that we have it all together, that we are so secure, that we don't need when it would be so much easier to be able to say....I NEED YOU.

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