There seems to be a direct link between those two emotions. Almost as if it has to hurt for it to truly be love.
I can’t help but wonder why the hell that has to be the case. But it just is. How about separating the two? Damn, I’m a genius.
Or better yet, how about just not loving. Not caring. Being emotionally free. Yes! That’s it.
Or maybe not. That’s actually pretty stupid. It seems to me that feeling pain is just part of life, which brings us back to the beginning.
Not loving and not caring seems like a whole lot of pain in itself. But when love and passion are ON, that is bliss. Euphoria may even apply in this case. I have never done drugs, but can’t help want to compare those feelings of being high.
The drop is a killer. But the high is just that, high and elevated.
Yes I am rambling, as if that is not painfully obvious. But for those that have found themselves there, I salute you. For opening up your heart and enjoying those moments. It is easier to be closed and secure than it is to be open to love.
So why share this on a blog about becoming a man? Because a man (by my interpretation) can be open to all the range of emotions including love. He can admit to loving so intimately that the woman was inside of him. He can admit to being angry at her. He can admit to missing her with a passion that cannot be illustrated. He can admit to fucking it all up and regretting it, although not regret their relationship.
Yet he can admit that those moments they shared (both good and bad) will never be forgotten (despite his selective memory). And he can still look forward to loving, despite that pain.
That is my path on becoming a man. He can still love without resentment and anger. He can still get high.
