I’m currently in a bit of a love/hate relationship with my Twitter account.
I’ve deactivated it twice recently because it was affecting my personal life. Much like all social media, comments get misconstrued, people read too much into nothing, & think its all about them. That even happens sometimes when I write, people will read more into the subject then is actually there & think I’m writing about my own life & the players in it. Sometimes I do, but most of the time, it’s just what I see. I think it’s because deep down, we want to believe we are that valuable to the people we love, or maybe social networking is breeding a group of insecure & paranoid people? Who knows, but I always feel badly when someone thinks a particular post is about them & I have to say “nope, sorry.”
Anywho, back to Twitter.
I met a young lady who has a strange view on love. It’s simple. Obviously she is very young, because I’ve found that love is rarely simple.
For some, it is I guess. I suppose if you meet your match & they’ve never been hurt & you haven’t & neither of you have baggage & you live on TV, sure.
But real love is never simple, nor smooth.
Real love struggles, falters & even fails. Sometimes it falls apart & comes back together. Sometimes you hurt each other, sometimes more than once. Sometimes you feel guilty, you fight, or flight, or everything seems hopeless. Sometimes you try & nothing gets better. Sometimes you do the wrong thing & everything goes to crap. Sometimes you epically blow it & destroy everything & then you’re left staring @ the debris wondering what the eff you did to make that mess & how are you going to fix it? An old man celebrating his 70th wedding anniversary said that they made it because “when something breaks, you fix it, you don’t throw it away.”
Love is not perfect or easy, sometimes it’s so hard that you want to throw in the towel or give up when everything is wrong. But I’ve always found that the best description of love comes from two quotes:
The first is from the Bible:
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
Or William Shakespeare:
“The course to true love never did run smoothly.”
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