A good friend called and we shared some rather mad thoughts about the nature of love. Love is such a broad concept…yet we reduce and whittle it down to something we can grasp. Anchoring it to a specific person or experience, wrapping it up in moralities of every kind.
This is what love is…we argue with ourselves. This is how it should feel or present itself. Not what I have endured! Not this bullshit I see in front of me! And most certainly not what you are offering!
It is the one word, we agreed upon, that should never be used with ease or in a glib manner. Yet, I use it all the time in Music. Sung in so manner variations depending on my mood. Always when my back was against the wall and never with the desired results.
Perhaps, and this is my current crackpot theory, all love really is ….is a lack of resistance to what is. I hate it when things sound easy but really isnt. Just think of all the energy expended during arguments, real and imaginary! Simply because we will not accept what is right in front of us. It reminds me of a quote by Rumi about not seeking love but the barriers that prevent love. It’s a lovely quote I botched, forgive me.
But what does this mean in my everyday life? What does it mean in yours? Breathing slower, distilling my thoughts, not being reactive, and living my truth. Or being mired in my delusions until the gods shake me round like a ragdoll. And all the epiphanies rattle to the floor like loose change. Cha-ching!
I was asked in a candid interview a few days ago for 5 words that best describe me. I said – only a badass on stage. The rest I will figure out. Music helps.
What 5 words would you use to describe yourself? And just what does love mean to you?