Tag: love

  • on What Matters Most

    The thing that matters most in life is love…

    However here in the first world we are taught that the things that matter most in life are things.  That is so untrue and so shallow, it distresses me to even think about it.  However I do, and thus this post.

    If you have nobody, then no matter what you possess you have nothing of true value.  Don’t believe me?

    What good is a massive house on a huge estate if it is empty?  How joyful is that expensive new car if there is no one to share it with or to see your delight at how it drives?  Would you choose to own the entire world if it was devoid of all life, save yourself?

    Without someone to love, possessions are worse than nothing.  Still think you love certain things?  When did a thing love you back?  Living creatures, pets and people, are not things, yet they are the things that matter most.  They are that which loves us back.

    Perhaps the reason that seeing our our grown children occasionally reverting to being children touches us so deeply is because revealing their inner child allows them to be vulnerable again.  What surer sign of love is there than to open your heart and say, “Here, this is the real me.”

    Think hard, then tell me… if you don’t give love, should you expect love in return?

    Love matters… it matters when we have it, and it matters even more when we lack it.

  • a wish of you

    ~ a wish of you ~
    ~
    Was I granted one wish,
    that wish would be a wish of you…
    to see you every day
    and as every day draws to its close,
    to know
    I’ll see you on the next,
    and as the next draws to its start,
    to see You before
    I see me.
    ~
    Was I granted one wish,
    that wish would be a wish of you…
    it would be a wish
    to know
    I’ll always think of
    You
    before I think of
    me.
    ~
    Was I granted one wish,
    that wish would be a wish of you…
    it would be a wish for
    your hand
    forever bound
    to mine.
    ~
    Was I granted one wish,
    that wish would be a wish of you…
    it would be a wish to love you
    every day
    and more,
    and every day to love you
    more than I loved you
    before.
    ~
    Was I granted one wish,
    that wish would be a wish of you…
    it would be a wish to be with you
    as with grace our bodies age,
    it would be a wish to know,
    more than that our love will never die,
    but that it will also never fade.
    ~
    Was I granted one wish,
    that wish would be a wish of you…
    to be beside your side
    forever
    for you, my dearest love,
    within my soul reside.
    ~

  • on Tricks, with Time

    The most fundamental reward of love given, is how often love is returned.

    I wonder why it takes us so long to learn lessons like this?  Such are the lessons of life, simple lessons some seem destined never to learn at all.  Sadly I think this lack of learning of life’s most fundamental lessons is more widespread now than it ever has been before.

    Why? Because of tricks played with time…

    First, we are tricked into thinking we have no time.  Then we’re tricked into selling what little time we do have, for inadequate reward.  Then, because of the inadequate rewards granted by the second trick, we’re tricked again into taking precious time from those we love and literally giving still more of it to corporations that simply do not care.  We’re tricked into leading such ridiculously “busy” lives we find we lack time to think about the things that really matter.

    Those things we’re tricked into believing we don’t have time to think about aren’t really things at all… they’re people, and living beings, and life, and love, and liberty, and happiness, and truth, and so much more.  They’re the essential things that make life worth living.  Unfortunately not one of them is something which the money we get in inadequate exchange for our precious time will ever allow us to buy.

    Everyone should know the true reward of love given is love returned.  If you’re reading my blog, or my books, or my tweets you already know that without needing anyone to tell you.  You know beyond any doubt that love’s reward is love’s return.

    Now I ask you this question.  What is the reward of money?

    The answer is simple – the reward of money exchanged, is things.

    Too bad those tangible things we receive in exchange for money aren’t any of the things that make life worth living.  Why?  Because only love buys those.

    Perhaps the skeptics might gleefully ask, “But what is the reward of money retained?”  I have an answer for that as well.  It is a hoard. Now there’s a fascinating word – hoard.  Look it up to refresh or fix its meaning in your mind – I think you’ll find hoards are generally rather selfish things. {Generally…}

  • on Intangible Love

    Something I am fond of saying is this, “Marriage is give and take. You give a lot of love, and you take a lot of shit. And that goes equally for both parties.

    Love is a truly magnificent thing which I believe makes life worth living. It is so much more than mere sex. It seems that love isn’t about doing things for yourself as much as it is about doing things for those you love, because by so doing you gain far more satisfaction than you ever gain by being a selfish ass.

    However…

    The essence of love is not selflessness, it is self. Only on the surface is selflessness the reason we do things for those we love.  Dig a little deeper and you soon find the real reason we are so eager to please our loved ones is that doing things for them makes us feel amazing. If we did things for them that made them feel amazing but resulted in us feeling like crap we would soon stop, wouldn’t we? And it doesn’t matter a whit if those we love are people or animals, does it? And yes, I believe wholeheartedly that animals are worthy of our love. Not just of our care, but of our caring.

    I have blogged about our dog[s] a couple of times, the root meaning of those posts is that the love of these precious creatures we call our pets is far more pure and unselfish than that of any human. Bacon, our dog, is the only person who never fails to greet me when I get home. She is always the first to sense when I’m unhappy, and she is always the first to soothe me. The therapeutic value of being able to pet her is incalculable.

    If you’re a pet owner I wonder if you’ve ever asked yourself which part of that equation derives the most benefit? Your pets, for your care. Or you, for their caring? I think if you investigate it you’ll find those particular scales are balanced, and balance is itself another tangible benefit we derive from the wonderful and intangible thing called love.

    I once said this

    We are hedonists, one and all, some of the flesh, some of the soul, even the heart its love, doth wish to impart, and of another, imbibe.

    Isn’t love another form of hedonism? I think it is, and I also think if we insist on considering love selfless we close a door that leads to better understanding of ourself. Me? I need to know why I do the inexplicable things I do. You see something else I think is that very little is really inexplicable. But love? Yes, it often seems to be. But that in no way detracts from love’s wonder, indeed perhaps it adds to it.

    {P.S. This post was taken from a DM conversation on Twitter with a rather thought-provoking person, namely Cat From Nowhe®e on Twitter. I’m fairly confident they won’t mind I’ve used my side of our conversation as inspiration for this post, but I have been known to be wrong :). One of the nicest things about Twitter is that it allows us to develop relationships with people we’d never meet in our daily lives. I have no idea if @kv8 is a man or a woman, and while I have my suspicion on their gender it is actually quite liberating to be able to interact with them without any of the physical nonsense getting in the way of the conversation.  If you haven’t tried it, you should.}

  • Dwelling in the Details

    There is an expression which states, “The devil is in the detail.”  In any country chronically obsessed with the letter of the law, this expression is extraordinarily true.  Indeed, perhaps the expression should be updated to reflect current times.  Maybe to something along the lines of, “The Devil dwells in legalese.

    Mistruth undeniably finds a much easier abode in complexity than it does in simplicity.  However, the deliberate framing of complicated duplicity into law is not the focus of this post.  My focus today is the importance of our perception of the tiniest details.

    How important are these little details?  In the past I’ve written on how a butterfly’s breath changes the world.  To me, and I believe to every living creature, details are that important.

    I am constantly delighted to find evidence things other than devils dwells in the the tiniest details.  Sadly these miniscule elements often go unnoticed.  Below are two photographs I took using my cellular device {I refuse to call it a smartphone as it completely lacks any intelligence.}  I must stress that these photographs are completely unedited.  They exist precisely as taken, at my device’s full resolution.

    Since they are images of things I find mysteriously and inexplicably beautiful, namely flowers, it strikes me as fitting they should contain undeniable evidence of love.  After all, aren’t beauty and love cohorts in the same emotional domain?

    Examine them and see what you find.  But be warned, you may need to hone your eyes…

    a dying flowerEven as flowers begin to curl and die, their beauty remains.
    Even their blemishes are symbols of beauty.
    No, those speckles are not photographic artifacts.

    focal pointsBeauty and natural color so vibrant and spectacular my camera literally cannot capture it.

    If you’re viewing this page with a cellular device you may not have the ability to click on the images to see them at full resolution.
    Too bad…

  • On Misleading Questions

    I have often said the only stupid questions are the questions we don’t ask. Does that mean all questions are worthy of answers? Our natural instinct is to assert, “Yes!”

    However that isn’t true, is it?

    There are definitely questions not worthy of answers.  Rhetorical questions not only do not require answers, but providing an answer often lessens the power of the question. Rhetorical questions are intended to invoke thought, not speech.

    But this post isn’t about rhetorical questions, it is about actual questions that are not worthy of answers.  Specifically, it is about questions that mislead.

    What is a misleading question?  A misleading question is deliberately framed in order to ensure the only valid answer is the one desired. A misleading question is one framed to compel an incomplete answer that points toward the goal of the person doing the asking.

    We are asked misleading questions all the time, and we are trained to respond.  Indeed when we don’t respond in the way these irrelevant, and ultimately pointless, questions demand we often throw the conversation into complete disarray.  Personally, I dislike misleading questions almost as much as I abhor the statement of opinion as though it is fact.  This dislike ensures I go out of my way to cause disarray.

    “How are you?” When asked in our day-to-day work life, this is a misleading question.  The person asking is not interested in our well-being, they don’t want to know, yet they expect us to obey social conventions by answering with some banality like, “I’m fine thanks, and you?”  The only “polite” way to answer this question is by asserting we are well.  If there is only one acceptable answer to the question, then the question is pointless and more than that, it is misleading.

    Am I making a mountain out of a molehill?  Perhaps, however I’m growing tired of living in a world full of people who don’t care.  So I rebel.  When people ask me banal questions in which they very obviously have absolutely no interest in my answer, I assume they are sincere and that they actually care. I answer their question honestly, but in a fashion that requires them to stop and think about my answer.  I have a variety of responses to the “How are you” question, but I have two favorites.

    If I am pleased to see the person, I answer “All the better for seeing you, and how are you?”  There is no mistruth in that answer. I am not burdening them with how I actually feel, I’m not embarking on an extended diatribe on how poorly I slept, or how appalling I find the state of our world. I’m indicating my pleasure at seeing them, while giving them a chance to tell me how they really feel.  It is surprising how often they respond by actually telling me.  It is also surprising how much they seem to enjoy having an opportunity to tell the truth.  A single good minute can indeed make for a better day.

    And then there are the people I am not pleased to see.  It would be impolite to answer truthfully, indeed doing so might well be considered an unnecessary truth. Unfortunately, since it is considered rude to ignore the question I answer, truthfully, “I am alive, which as far as I know is better than being dead, but only time will tell.”  Most often they simply nod as though they actually heard my answer, then sashay into whatever it is they really want to talk about.  However, to those paying attention my answer shocks them out of their comfort zone and forces them to think of some appropriate way to respond.  This usually entails them frowning as they try and figure out if I have just insulted them, which I haven’t. Their frown is either followed by a quick shake of the head as they discard their suspicion, or a pursing of their lips as they consider whether being dead might actually be better than being in their company. They seldom tell me what they really think, but they don’t need to as I’ve already seen it all in their facial responses.  Finally, they start talking about what they really want to talk about.

    What is the point of all this?  There is more than one point.  If you have no interest in how someone feels, then don’t ask them. If you don’t care, then don’t pretend you do.  When you ask banal questions, you’ll sometimes get honest answers.  Don’t pretend to be interested if you aren’t. In other words, if all you want to do is get down to business, then open the conversation with, “Let’s get down to business.”

    And now, to the heart of misleading questions. The question of love.

    Perhaps we should never ask the question, “Do you love me?”, for if there is ever a misleading question intended to extract the answer we desire, “Do you love me?” is that question. Even within an unsolicited proclamation of love lies an implicit plea for a response in kind.

    So how do we show someone we love them, without framing our love in words that demand the response we desire?

    The answer to the riddle dwells within the question. We show them our love and allow them the freedom to either see our demonstration of love, or to not notice it.

    Yes, it is said that love is blind, but if the one we love is blind then will they ever see?

  • Feelings.

    Is it even possible to feel, let alone love, the same way toward two separate people? Both intuitively and logically, I don’t think it is. No two people are the same. Nor are any two relationships the same.  So believing we can feel the exact same way toward any two individuals really doesn’t make sense.

    Perhaps part of the problem is how we humans are so intent on measuring things?

    Why do we try and quantify our feelings?

    Though they sometimes feel burdensome, do feelings actually have weight? Though we assign feelings depth, is depth a measure by which we should compare our feelings for any two people?

    We know the ones we love.  However measurements begin to fail when we attempt to determine those we love the most, and even worse, those we love the least.

    Perhaps the truth is that love truly is incomparable?

  • Streams, of Time

    Time is an interesting thing.  We spend it without consideration.  We mistakenly think we’re investing time, yet for what return? The reward of time spent is never time gained. Time, something we can never replenish, seeps from our grasp, until we run out, at last.

    In the past I thought love might be the fuel on which souls operate, but I now see this is likely incorrect. Love is the product of souls, not the fuel they consume. Soul fuel is time, and time is finite.

    Time is like a river flowing by, we can sit idle on its bank, or we can dive in and swim with its flow. Idle spectator, or active participant, in the question of our time only we may make that choice.

    Likewise is time in separate streams.  We have clocks with which we measure it, and those clocks compensate for time differences between disparate parts of this infinitesimally small place we so arrogantly term, “our world”. Yet our clocks cannot combine two time streams into a river, or a myriad time streams into an ocean. Only Fate, an instrument of the universe can accomplish that.

    Sometimes Fate is as a cruel blade, cutting us away from the ones we love. And sometimes Fate is a threaded needle that sows together timelines that once were separate.

    Are we the masters of our destiny, or is destiny the ultimate master of us all? For you, the only one that should decide that, is you.

    As these thoughts pass through my mind, prompted by the difference in the timelines of myself and those most precious to me, I find myself hoping Fate might assume its role as needle, and thread our timelines together.

    Just a hope, but hope springs eternal, or so someone said.

    Your swimming companion, in another stream.

  • I love you today.

    Rituals are important things, they grant us a sense of peace in a troubled world.

    One of my favorite rituals is something I share with my wife. Since it means a lot to me, I’m going to share it with you.

    Every day that passes, I try hard to tell my wife, “I love you today.”

    Some days, when I’m not sure if I have followed this ritual, I’ll ask her, “Did I tell you I love you today?” After giving the question due consideration, she either responds with, “I think you did”, or “Not today.” Since her short term memory is infinitely better than mine I usually bow to her recollection and either say nothing, or correct my lapse by saying, “I love you today.”

    Today I failed to follow my ritual before leaving home for work, so instead of asking her directly I sent her a text that read, “Love you today. 🙂”.

    She replied by text, as she sometimes verbally does, with “Only today ??

    I am more of a writer than a talker, so her text gave me a chance to frame my thoughts in words. My worded thoughts, {refined, as is an author’s right,} appear below. They try and explain why this particular ritual is important to me. I hope they make you think about love, about the things that are important to you, and about the people and living creatures that make your todays bearable.

    Only today… I love you today, for today is the day that truly matters.

    Only Tomorrow…  Only tomorrow might never come, so do today the things you may not get to do tomorrow.

    Only yesterday… I love you every yesterday, for our shared yesterdays are the containers of our deceased todays.

    Now let me ask you this. Where do you spend your time – in the present that every today is, or in imagined tomorrows that may never come?

  • Faroene.

    Faroene is one of the principal Heroes within my literal world, Malmaxa. She is also a Warrior, for within Malmaxa no gender distinction exists in the definition of Hero.

    On Twitter, someone asked Faroene to “explain to me exactly what the heck you are”.
    The poem below is Faroene’s response, in character, and in her words. As the author, I merely serve as the conduit between Faroene and the reader.

    ~ Faroene ~
    ~
    My legs are long, my feet are fleet,
    I’ll use their speed, my fate to meet,
    my arms are strong, my swordhand swift,
    boons granted by my Chukrah’s gift,
    ~
    Like blood, my hair is red, my Soul deep, yet blue,
    for recently my heart has been torn in two,
    a man other than my match I met,
    and into my heart, his love hath crept.
    ~
    When comfort in his embrace I took,
    my Soul free from its cage he shook,
    into passion pure and dark I looked,
    such all-abiding love cannot be mistook.
    ~
    I wonder if our love the Gods enraged,
    for when in Ancient Conflict we last engaged,
    into Eternity’s book they scribed a sad, new page,
    for such is a Warrior’s lot, and such our wage.
    ~
    My one true love the Gods laid dead,
    I held him, teary eyes, heart sore,
    till the last Soul tingle to his Chukrah fled,
    as he departed, into Death’s dark maw.
    ~
    And thus does my true love lie lost,
    Within Malmaxa’s walls, I’ll bear honor’s cost,
    A Warrior I am, proud, and true,
    So in Malmaxa, to my match,
    my truths,
    I’ll tell,
    I must.
    ~

    Initially some of Faroene’s poem might seem confusing. If you wish to understand Faroene’s plight and witness her truths, I encourage you to read “Beltamar’s War”, it is the first novel in my Epic Fantasy saga, Malmaxa. Fantasy proves an excellent cover for Philosophy, for within the realms of the fantastic, readers willingly consider thoughts they would never dare dream.

    Should you read my work, and have any questions for Faroene, don’t hesitate to ask her on Twitter where you can follow her as @Faroene. She will answer you in character, however she will not provide any spoilers.  Why?  Because Faroene has no knowledge of forthcoming events.  Faroene is a Warrior, not a Sage – that role is filled by Liaju, whom Faroene has yet to meet.  Should you frame a question to Faroene, please be gentle.  To her,  her world is real – it is ours that seems strange.

    You may also follow me as @CGAyling, and yes – we both follow back.