Brands of Love

Sometimes Love can be like a drug, and just like any addict, one has to find out which is your preferred 'high', and what takes you to the mental, physical and emotional state that you want to be. In essence, its about matching a particular user, to a particular drug, and from there it gets tricky...Its time to find your brand. Because not all are the same, although it may be a specific drug. The method in which it was made, from its point of origin, until the point of purchase or collection, and you can only expect to get out of it what has already been placed in there. But sometimes, there are ways to concentrate, and even enhance your particular drug.

Firstly, there are 3 categories within which the selection process of Love and the usage and practicality of it fall under. One can either attain all of them, one of them, or be blessed enough to have all three. The first understanding is this, that to practise Unconditional Love, requires a test of Character. The second is, that to practise Love Against All Odds, requires a test of Courage. The third is, that to practise Everlasting Love, requires a test of Commitment. But like most drugs, there is a strict prerequisite, a mandate that must be adhered to in order to practise the fine art of Love altogether. The rules are clear and mandatory to all, because in order to practise LOVE...we simply require Compassion.

For in our Character, we find that we can make good decisions, for better lives, and great loves. In our Courage, we can overcome fear, the unknown and accomplish miraculous things. And with enduring Commitment we negate the perils of infidelity and unfaithfulness. But it is through Compassion that we learn the true art of Love in our forgiveness. You see, just because someone does not love you the way you want to be loved, certainly does not mean that they're not loving you with all that they have...The art of loving is perfected through life and living, and sometimes they're just not the brand of love you're looking for.

Assumption

In the Christian bible, Christ tells his disciples to call upon things that do not exist, as though they did exist, and this becomes the practice of Faith. Terry Pratcher tells us that if we can manipulate our minds into focusing on one thing, our body simply believes it and reacts accordingly. The definition of being blind, is NOT having the ability to see physical things with your eyes. And the ability to see the deeper levels of things and then seeing how a situation will play out, is called discernment and intuition.

But today I have found that there are times that all of these abilities and disabilities are ruled out entirely, and simply broken down by a crippling disease called Assumption. Because what do we call the disability to use rationality, and to make practical, concise judgements, where in the end we simply end up creating things that were simply never there to begin with? And to make it worse, we add sensory and sensual assumptions to a thing that does not exist, and give this unborn thing a deformed and irrational life, by convincing ourselves we felt, saw, or heard something, and then name this dead thing 'Mixed Signals'.

We cannot call it dilution, because that implies there are medical and physical factors that have affected the result. And we cannot call it obsession, because that implies that something existed before to fuel it. No, the truth is, sometimes we see what we want to see, only because we're running away from something. Whether it be on a concious or sub-concious level...The only assumption that leads to Assumption is fear of a Fear we assumed.

Love My Nudity

Sometimes love is not just about the next person, and sometimes its not about communication at all...No, sometimes love is just about respect and about sincerity...Sometimes about just standing there, guards down, chin up and open for all to see. How can one be expected to love, and to be loved, when you can't even see all that is there to love? Because unlike fashion, love never changes, and has no collection to bind it in. Its not like the clothing we can simply mix and match...No, its simply like the bare, beautiful skin.

So many people talk of being open, and being transparent, but you can only be as clear as you perceive yourself to be. And in the end, when you're hiding truths about yourself from yourself, then you can never be truly honest with anyone. And in truth, you want someone to love you, for all of you, including the parts you dislike about yourself, the hurts you try to hide, and the regrets you deny you ever had...And those blemishes are the kinds you'll only find when you're truly honest and naked from your 'truths'.

All that's expected in any relationship, is bare honesty. And even though we may feel completely naked under the scrutiny of complete honesty, often its easier to find love without layers of lies. Because in the end, once all the bad and the brutal honesty is out in the open, all you have left are the good truths to live by. Because under all the layers of verisimilitude, we find that the naked truth is worth a lot more to love.

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Lucky Packet

Now I remember the days, and certainly not too long ago, where kids actually went to the store at least once a month, just so that they could purchase that all famous Lucky Packet...You remember? That shiny little packet with the fancy wrapping...And its not like there was anything extraordinary about it at all, it was simply a fad, but what kids really looked forward to, was the prize.

And once you bought one, you showed it of to everyone, and shook the packet trying to figure out what's inside. And I have discovered, that life, and people inside your life are a lot like that. They look interesting, they can even show off at times, and if you're really lucky, you can manage to get one all to yourself. And once you have, you can shake them about, and move them around, waiting to see what else comes out.

But today, I've discovered something totally different. Because I remember, that once you've discovered the prize inside a Lucky Packet, you would cherish it, show it off, stare at it, treasure it, make sure that everyone knew it was your one-of-a-kind, one-and-only prize! So no...I feel like the complete opposite...I have found, that sometimes, you can feel like the thing we all threw away...Yes, I feel like nothing more than the wrapping, of a once treasured Lucky Packet.

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Dry Roses Do Bloom

So whilst gardening today, I noticed a rather peculiar thing. Around six or seven months ago, I had planted a few rose sprouts into my garden, that were green to begin with, but soon turned brown, and looked nothing more than dead twigs. Around the same time I had set my mind on a few goals, some of them of Love and some of Life and Living.

Now it should come as no surprise, that every plant inside a garden, great or small, woody or evergreen, requires nurturing, water, pruning and care. And in the same way, so do our dreams. But these rose stalks seemed long past dead, with little chance of revival at all. And in the same manner, life, like weeds, took over my garden, stealing all my water, attention and care...Until eventually, my dreams, like rose bushes, withered, wilted and dried.

But here's the thing about a dream...Like roses during a dry season, or during a Winter's spell, are bound to look barren, and beyond the point of no return...But...That's not to say that they need any less water than any other plant in your garden. They're simply waiting for the right time and season to sprout. So continue to nurture your nature, and naturally things will fall into their place...And sooner or later, your dreams...Like roses, in Springtime...Will bloom.

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I Choose You

In life we come across many choices, few opportunities, and fewer to love. We find few decisions that live up to expectations, and many loves that don't quite amount to much at all. We find thousands of infatuations that drift off in our dreams, growing up to be everything they've ever hoped for, everything we've ever wanted, and every love we'd love. But what can we call the loves that we have, that are less than the love we once sought?

So the question keeps burning inside our heads, and in the minds of our lovers every time that we're there...What did you find within me to love, if I have nothing that infatuation compares? And furthermore, with temptation banging on a door, so brittle and ready to fall apart, how is it the entrance of your heart remains so tightly shut? With sayings that encourage a lover to love whoever the heart chooses to love at that time, and with so much love to give in our hearts, how does our love compare to those we're meant to love in our life?

Then the answer is this, for now and forever, and the reason from now and forever remains...That I have many choices that fill up my life, and many decisions still left to be made...But one decision I will not drift away from, or try to reason or bend another way...And that is that I have the ability to, the opportunity to, and time to look out through my window pane. But one way or another, we'll still find each other, and I'll always choose you tomorrow, as I did today...Yes...I choose...YOU.

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Less Than Love

I have recently discovered a mistake somewhere in Love...that occurs some time after being In-Love, and its the occurrence of falling out of Love. So now its possible that somehow someone has the unfortunate potential of discovering that they're not quite as In-Love with a person they've built magical memories with, and can miraculously find Love elsewhere at that very happening?

Then one has to wonder if they were simply in-love with the idea of Love, and of being In-Love with the thought of You, or the grand plan of sharing a life with anybody, but so happens its you. And if so, then all the times they said "I Love You", was it directed at You, or directed at Love, or just directed to the person they've always wanted to share their life with, a role that just so happens to be occupied by You. It simply baffles me to come to terms with the notion of falling out of Love, and that it should rather be synonymous with being too cowardly to admit that they simply messed up.

You cannot accidently lose Love, or forget it somewhere and find it misplaced...Its far too great to be blind to it, so how could it never be found? But then again...Whoever said they misplaced anything, or that ignorance happened across them? They simply and deliberately picked it up and threw it away...then left it there...to die.

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