True Importance

Importance. Evidence that we matter, that our presence is somehow integral to reality. Could that state of being not also be entered by the fact that we have merely survived the day? Simply prevailing as a living being over circumstances met and conquered?

Birthdays . . . we love to commemorate that day on which one has entered the world. Each year, celebrations occur on this day . . . usually in families the day of birth is shared by no one else within the unit. So, speciality. Anniversaries . . . those dates and times remembered as ordained and blessed connection with a loved one.

Those time-lines of continuity in our own minds serve to connect humans not simply to each other, as in families or relationships, but to all inhabitants of our world . . . even to our notions of extra-terrestrials who likely want us for all sorts of mysterious reasons.

Consignment to one or the other category – one being that place of good feelings, confidence, satisfaction, safety, security, or perhaps another space to which some of us belong – the ability, much less the willingness, to make others feel all these warm fuzzies.

And sometimes there seems to be no choice in the matter. Empathy and compassion have little to do with it. It is high monitoring, all right . . . a sentence, a destiny.

Different cultures and ways of interacting must always fascinate and intrigue us. That search for something, anything which might disintegrate all our brightly lacquered shells of illusion.

Running barefoot through wild forests and savannas. For miles, impervious to intense heat, insects, danger. Paddling silently through still bayous, a thin, narrow canoe between 20 foot alligators and oblivion. Surviving, yes . . . living to a full extent also.

Validation surely must not bestow complacency. Vesting in ourselves has to be more than feelings of security.

Loving Someone

Love. Connected to nothing else . . . not responsibility, or demand; without ropes of security thrown all about. That feeling of closeness to another's heart . . . absent expectations or envious complications.

It seems that in this pure state, all of us could immerse ourselves and be happy. Why can't we just try? Leave all thoughts of any past action or slights, imagined or otherwise . . . lack of cooperation, times when our beloved didn't 'see' us or 'hear' us . . . and simply love.

There must be some doubt that this kind of love can be real, can exist. Of course. Our love is some type of gift or blessing we bestow at will upon the object of affection? No. It isn't deserved or not. It just IS.

Let all the busy, worthless comparisons go. Let the heart rule. What we feel is what we are. Display the courage of that conviction we know to be truth. Just trust, go ahead. We do not require proof, ever. We already know.

Get on with it. If there is already someone in life who has your love . . . know it's real, know it's all right, understand that there are no conditions on it. If not, find it . . . not outside your own heart and mind, it starts there. If you cannot give it, you won't find it.

Love is all there is. Cherish and freely throw it, like caution, to any wind which blows your way. Freedom and life enhancement will surely follow.