LOVE & A PIECE OF CAKE

“The love that dare not speak its’ name”, these days is the love that needs to be earned and not simply assumed as part and parcel of our given identity. Do we love our parents? Did they earn it? Do we love our children? Did they earn it? Do we love our country? Does it deserve it? Do we love ourselves? Did we earn it? Do we love our God? Did He earn it? And, besides, who exactly is He anyway? As soon as we know we are capable of love, and we know it when we feel it, and if we’ve never felt it, we obviously haven’t earned it yet. Which definitely gives us something to work on. cause living without feeling love at all must be a terribly lonely, empty, haunted and wounded existence. Assuming we love something or somebody that doesn’t deserve it can precipitate a warped, resent-filled, guilt-ridden existence that may explain our angry and hate-filled response to a world that demands something in our heart we feel incapable of. If the heart rejects what the mind is telling us should be there, our whole being becomes fragmented and at the mercy of any loveless predator that seeks to convince us we must have gone wrong somewhere and we are definitely in need of outside professional therapy! Which will always come at a price. We’ll need to put our well-being into somebody else’s hands. Atone for our sins. Redeem our credit-rating in this world and be a good boy or girl from now on. Or gender-neutral, if that’s the only way you can make amends for some birthing mistake, which was not your fault. We are all victims of something that went wrong.

But if you’ve truly felt love even once in your life, you’ll know that nothing went wrong. And if you’ve earned it once, you can earn it again. Definitely gives you something to work with. So long as we don’t try to fix it in stone. leave that to the architects, who may or may not love their work. Depends how well it fulfills their mind and their heart at the same time. Cut one out of that equation, we’re left with professionalism and earning a living. If one’s love of one’s self demands someone else’s suffering, we’re left with ambition at work. This culture seems to love professionalism and ambition. Loves success, hates failure, as culturally defined by fame and fortune. If somebody is famous they are undoubtedly fortunate and should be loved for it, or at least honored and admired. Which does leave the failures in a bit of a debased pickle, knowing they haven’t earned either honor or admiration, never mind love. Is it any wonder they turn to family, country or God for solace? Can’t depend on themselves anymore. What went wrong?

How long it’s taken me to realize I love anybody at any time I see them smile and feel their heart and mind are for one moment perfectly in sync, without ulterior motive (sic politicians. The rest of the time I simply need to wait patiently, without hate or malice, regularly smiling at myself, and earning the love I know I’m capable of, Sounds simplistic? Try it at home. You’ll never be fooled by the outside world again.