I use this forum for what pisses me off. I imagine I’m justified in doing so because I know that Americans are consistently guilty of not paying enough attention to what’s really important. We don’t pay enough attention to bacon for example. And I rarely discuss love. I don’t ignore it entirely but I do tend to forsake it here.
See, I’m like the rest of you I hope. I rail against the world and it’s profound inequities, but I still love fiercely. I am lucky to have the love of a good woman, family and friends. They are all good and loving people and it’s their capacity for love that inspires me. I love and adore my kitties. My friends are the best I could possibly hope for. My family is just sublime. The woman in my life has the kindest eyes and the biggest heart I’ve ever seen. They all inspire me to do better and to be better.
I’m not sure how I came to be so fortunate. But I did. I somehow managed to cultivate relationships with people I’d never met before who eventually came to love me and far more important, I came to love them. I love my kitties by taking care of them, feeding them and rubbing them and kissing their gorgeous faces and heads. And I talk to them. I adore them. People aren’t much different. The ones I love I try to kiss their heads and rub on them as often as possible. And I talk to them. It’s kinda corny and rather basic I know but it’s how I do it. They all seem to like it. If my mother were here I’d kiss her face and rub her feet. And we would talk.
I welcome the debate about what makes the world go round. Love or money. The answer is definitely money. But the answer really should be love. It’s a shame it’s not. It’s what’s wrong with just about everything. The chasm between the two is absolutely the source of our strife and trouble. It is where we all fall down.
I’m not here to preach or pontificate some feel good message. I’m telling you the truth. The lack of compassion in the world, compassion being the beginning of love, is why we’re so deep in the messes we are.
Necessary logic of the heart neglected and pushed aside.
I can’t begin to describe how my heart fairly bursts when my mother asks me if I have enough clothes for my new job, or how my one cat hollers at me before I put my key in the lock of my shitty little apartment or how my woman rubs me to sleep when I’m balled up and stressed enough to the point where I feel I can’t get enough oxygen.
I do the best I can. What more can you do on Mother’s day but tell your mom you love her and mean it? I pick up that cat before I turn on some lights and right after I unlock the door. I do the best I can to tell and show that woman I love her even though she can’t remember to fill the ice trays. I think she’s a little crazy and forgets to do it on purpose because she indulges me in every other possible way.
I could be wrong about this, but she’s hot.
So anyway, it’s the deeper part of it. It’s what competes with it. What competes with humanity? What competes with love?
The answer is just about everything. And that’s the problem that doesn’t seem to have an answer. There doesn’t seem to be a single answer for everything much less anything.
But there is.
Think about it. Think hard. Because there is an answer.
It’s what they meant forty or fifty years ago. You know, the hippies.
Peace. Love. Understanding.
Those I love so fiercely should be loved by everyone and I wish I could love everyone else half as fiercely.
Drinks for my friends.