About that last post of mine

A little grouchy were we? Why I persist in posting in the dead of night, I don't know. I was tired when I wrote it.

The title of that post, I should mention, is from Shakespeare's sonnet #116, which goes like this:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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I should have just posted that poem, because it really says it all. It doesn't say that life will be smooth and wonderful and great, or that nobody will grow old and die. It does say that love is always there, steady, a guide to who and where you are, even when you think you're lost. Love brings peace, and points of joy. If it doesn't, my question to you is, what are you afraid of? What are you avoiding? What conditions are you putting on love that you don't have the peace and the joy? And if your emotions are in upheaval, if you're troubled, if you're lost...is that love's fault, or is it your own?

The funny thing about people is that when their love life goes wrong, when they feel lonely, they blame it on love, rather like the way they'll blame things on God when life in general doesn't go right, or when people start fighting and killing each other, or natural disasters--"acts of God" as if the only acts of God are disasterous. Which actually is all right where love and God is concerned because they can take a lot of hits and still will be around after the dust settles. They're probably the only scapegoats that can take that much punishment. So go ahead and blame love, blame God, they can take it.

The thing is, can you? That's the sad thing; you point fingers at love as the ultimate in stupidity, and you know, you may get a sense of superiority, you may get a feeling of sophistication and even righteousness, but your home is still pretty lonely at night, even if you had all the money in the world to buy willing bodies to fill that home...well, that's all you've got, bodies and not hearts.

It can be a scary thing, this love. But I don't think you can afford to be without it.

Go where love is.

--Karen H.