Does Love Make You Weak?

Being on love (yes, not *in* but *rather *on*) makes you go through so many different emotions and feeling strong is certainly one of them. But, by being in love you allow yourself to become vulnerable to any type of potential damage (either directed to your ego or toward your spirits).
The very first feeling that attaches itself to (right after realizing that very “moment”) your every act is, perhaps, how mesmerized you are by this human being and how you really yearn to be closer to him/her. And somehow, reason tends to disappear when s/he is around. You are a bit more likely to make hazardous decisions just to be a bit more closer.
However, love does not make everyone *weak* in the knees, I think love makes the *weak*, weak-er and makes the *strong*, strong-er. That includes the unrequited lover the one who is not able to, or who does not allow him/her self to confess. That also includes the lovers who are able to express their love openly, they tend to bring more strength into each other’s lives just by showing how much they care and how much they are willing to undergo in life to keep their love *alive*…
Sometimes keeping things alive requires more strength then one is willing to give and that is when it gets dark, unjust and unsafe… Love, at times, may feel as though we are getting weaker by the minute; yet it is not only because of love when we feel weak, it is also because of the fear of losing it…
My personal opinion is that fear and weakness need not be a part of, what we call and carry in our hearts, “love”. The net load of love shall feed our desire to become stronger and it shall help us realize that we are lucky to have discovered such euphoria; therefore, let it circulate in our system and have it be an inspiration, have it be vast, have it diverge to infinity if you can afford to do so…

Being in makes you go through so many different emotions and feeling strong is certainly one of them. But, by being in love you allow yourself to become vulnerable to any type of potential damage whcih can be either directed to your ego or toward your spirits.

The very first feeling that attaches itself to (right after realizing that very “moment”) your every act is, perhaps, how mesmerized you are by this human being and how you really yearn to be closer to him/her. And somehow, reason tends to disappear when s/he is around. You are a bit more likely to make hazardous decisions just to be a bit more closer.

However, love does not make everyone weak in the knees, I think love makes the weak, weak-er and makes the strong, strong-er. That includes the unrequited lover the one who is not able to, or who does not allow him/her self to confess. That also includes the lovers who are able to express their love openly, they tend to bring more strength into each other’s lives just by showing how much they care and how much they are willing to undergo in life to keep their love alive…

Sometimes keeping things alive requires more strength then one is willing to give and that is when it gets dark, unjust and unsafe… Love, at times, may feel as though we are getting weaker by the minute; yet it is not love that makes you weak, rather it is the fear of losing it.

My personal opinion is that fear and weakness need not be a part of, what we call and carry in our hearts, “love”. The net load of love should feed our desire to become stronger and it should help us realize that we are lucky to have discovered such euphoria; therefore, let it circulate in our system and have it be an inspiration, have it be vast, have it diverge to infinity if you can afford to do so.

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Strength and Courage

It takes strength to be firm.
It takes courage to be gentle.

It takes strength to stand guard.
It takes courage to let down your guard.

It takes strength to conquer.
It takes courage to surrender..

It takes strength to be certain.
It takes courage to have doubt..

It takes strength to fit in.
It takes courage to stand out.

It takes strength to feel a friend’s pain.
It takes courage to feel your own pain.

It takes strength to hide your own pains.
It takes courage to show them.

It takes strength to endure abuse.
It takes courage to stop it.

It takes strength to stand alone.
It takes courage to lean on another.

It takes strength to love.
It takes courage to be loved.

It takes strength to survive.
It takes courage to live.

What are You?

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her.

She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her daughter, she asked, “Tell me what you see.”

“Carrots, eggs, and coffee,” she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.

The daughter then asked, “What does it mean, mother?”

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity — boiling water. Each reacted differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

“Which are you?” she asked her daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?”

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat?

Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff?

Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.

When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?