Love

Is the grass always greener on the other side? Or so it seems. I see no harm in thinking that way, in appreciating what's on the other side. If I just look inside my soul, I see what's truly within. Home will always be where the heart is, or rather, the heart will always know where home is. I haven't travelled that far nor wide, unlike some PPS-members, but I've had the privilege of visiting other parts of the world - beholding breathtaking sights, marvelling at rich cultures/customs & the cherry on top of all that icing, falling in love. Was there no other, geographically closer, who could steal my heart & sweep me off my feet? FAQ from my dear local friends. "Isn't it easier just to find someone around the neighbourhood?" Hmm... let's see now. There were some attempts. Some proved successful for a bit. But all those previous/current attempts, no matter how sincere or frivolous, failed to last. So, how do you catch a cloud & pin it down? How do you keep a wave upon the sand? How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

Life is an illusion. Love is a fleeting butterfly - pretty & brief - if you catch it & try to keep it, or if you simply let it be, it dies anyway. That's its natural lifespan. But if I allow it in my heart, & give it love, I see it again every time I close my eyes. Illusion? Maybe. But it is my everlasting illusion. I guess the objective isn't to own love, nor the person I love. It is a choice I make every single day - to love in spite of geographical, physical, characteristic, emotional, spiritual differences. It's a choice my heart makes, my own preferential decision. Coincidentally, this comes naturally too. The amazing part is this very journey fuels itself. Not that it's all smooth-sailing. We get our share, individually, of bumps & bruises - this is what makes the magic equilibrium work. The more heated the arguments, the more distinct the differences, the more emotion we throw out during our fights, the sweeter & stronger the love becomes. Another law of nature perhaps - opposites attract?

Déjà vu. I'm getting a bout of paramnesia right now. I've probably thought of this before, these words above.

So I come to this... that the one living person my heart is closest to is on the other side of Planet Earth. Yet he loves me more than I should love myself. The other man of my life is not even physically on Gaia. Yet I love him more than anything material. In me, he sees & knows the other him. In my heart, I hold dear & true - all the precious, fleeting moments of the past & present. Without fear nor guilt, is how I want to face the future. Happiness is what I treasure right now - every change, every turn, every smile, every tear. It only happens once.

I love you. You know who you are.