Saturday, February 9, 2019

Tree

I feel the breeze in my hair
Shuddering as it tickles my shoulders
I feel the bark beneath my hand
Rough, tough, unyielding
The sticky sap leaves crumbs of it on my skin
The branch underneath me will hold
Never will I fear that I am not protected by its strength

I look down and see how far I have come
Each step requiring a laborious haul 
Never will I forget what it took me to get here

I look up and see all of the branches still above me...

And I freeze.


What is this reality
That we shalt liveth?
What is reality
Without you in it?
Who dost claim to know
Reality as I see it,
As we have lived through it?

Thou life has ne'er endured
The mishaps that we have known
For generation upon unfortunate generation.
The mistakes of our past wilt not end by our own life,
For our children's children will forever know our strife
While you and yours liveth day by day in castles and gowns
Claiming fame and fortune won for you
Generation upon luckful generation past
While me and mine cast our'n eyes down in shame
For we will ne'er bear those blameless names.

Might I ask for this one request?
Let me rest with whoe'er I claim as best for me
For I'd rather not waste my days in misery
Burning by the light which you cast upon all
Making us all feel worthlessly appalled
At what we will ne'er do
And ne'er have for ourselves.
I am delicate like a flower
Tough like a thorn.
I am pretty to observe
Friendly to the eye but rough to the skin.

I recognize the heat.
I feel that it is hot.
Yet I do not remove this sweater.
Underneath it all I am cold, so cold.
I am chilled from the inside out, chilled by my frozen heart.
Frozen solid, never to be thawed.

What Is Love?

Just another typical blog about love from another girl not even in her twenties yet. Whoop de do. But hey, don't judge. I just finished watching The Notebook for the first time ever (and I cried...a lot).

I guess The Notebook got me think hardcore about this whole love thing. What is love? Well, as a linguistic, I like to think of it as a verb and as a noun. In the sense of a noun, it is intangible. No one can see it or always correctly identify it but for the most part we all know that it is there. We feel it in some sense from our parents, our families, our friends and our partners. Just like we can feel happy, sad, depressed, excited, emotional...we can feel love.

Now the tricky part comes in where we define love as a verb. Love is something that we actually do. We can love our parents, our families, our friends and our partners. Hell, we can even "love" objects such as sports, jewelry, clothes, shoes, etc. Although we don't always see it in action and can't always pinpoint that the thing we are witnessing is an act of love, we know that people do it and feel the effects of it. That all makes sense so far, right? So if we can feel sad and happy and depressed and loved...why can we only love and not sad, happy and depressed? For instance, we can say "I love this game" or "I feel love". However, it would be ungrammatical to say "I sad this game" or "I happy this person", even though we can say "I feel sad" or "I am happy". By creating this obvious difference in how we can use this one word in sentence compared to how we can grammatically use all the other words in that same category (the category of feeling or emotion), aren't we creating an obvious distinction that love is more than a feeling? Yes, we feel it inside of ourselves and each person has the capability of feeling it. Yes, it is an emotion. But even down to how we use it in a sentence, we are identifying that it is so much more complicated than all of that.

Why, then, is it thrown around so easily by so many people? Why are so many people convinced that the thing they are experiencing is love? And that their love is so unique compared to everyone else's? Maybe I'm crazy for saying this but I don't think any one human on this planet can explain what love is and have a correct and ultimate definition for it. And I honestly don't think that any of us are capable of truly wrapping our minds around what love really is. It is too big and complicated a topic to use carelessly. To me, love is a word I may never understand until I meet the big man. But I know that my opinions are far-fetched and small and many people will not agree.

So, why make a blog about this? Well, I guess I just wish that people would realize that love is a complicated topic for some of us to deal with. And although I like seeing people happy and with someone they truly care about, it really bothers me when they claim that they're in love when they've only been dating a couple months or when, from the outside looking in, I can clearly see that what you are experiencing is far from love. If I ever do understand what love is while I'm here, I hope that someday I can use the word and have it mean so much more than what it usually does to everyone else. I hope that when I say "I love you" it is not taken as a passive phrase that one can overlook so easily. And I hope it isn't too late to save the purity of this word for those of us who want to understand it and get frustrated by people who think they've got it all figured out.