Recycle!
Of all the things we encounter in our meaningless lives, most are things – insignificant, disposable. They are the ink cartridges that the printer company hopes to sell you soon after they sell you a pretty damn fine piece of technology at Walmart for a loss. Consumables.. We are surrounded by them. They are the noise of life. But, wait, there’s more!
The thing that’s not disposable, the unappraisable value of which is often realised when it’s too late to fish it out of the dumpster of our collective despair, is love. Given cautiously at first, but ultimately with abandon, it is a gift that can’t be replaced.
Think about it. Think about romantic love. We search and find, after much trial and many errors, the One who is undoubtedly the one, true mate of the soul. And what happens? The consumables conspire to interfere. Misaligned and collateral goals, the value of which pales even when taken as a whole to the precious and irreplaceable nature of love given freely and wholeheartedly, compete and displace reason where no reason should exist. Love is not for the thinking man – it’s a matter of faith.
So, the next time that special friend shines a happy eye in your direction, it might be best to set down the Gameboy and pay attention. Love can conquer all, but it’s not a fair fight. Smile, and cherish what can so easily, immutably and unforgivably perish. The heart is not disposable.
This sucker punched my soul
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Hey…heed your own advice. Set down whatev-ah you’re holding when that happy eye is looking at you (“he’s looking at me. Ma! He’s looking at me!!”).
By the way (not btw) I always forget to come here to read your ramblings. And P.S. by the way: I no likey this. No dates, not as in dating (but that neither) what’s written.. Dates as in I don’t know when this was written. Show how that bugs me out.
I don’t understand your comment, exactly, but I can say that there is a date at the head of each post. I’ve had many a complaint about this new format, but I wanted to do something less traffic-safety-like and more subtle. Perhaps I’ve gone too far. It wouldn’t be the first time.