When you really care about something, it's hard to let go. I know I did today with the topic addressed in the afternoon walk with a friend. I let myself get so both from the speech I kept thinking also came home and, apparently, I also felt the need to write about something in this blog ...
The theme: 'love. Indeed, the 'Love.
I, the 'Love with a capital "I do not know what it is. Never tried, at least so far that is. Affection, yes. Attachment, too. Infatuation, devotion, tenderness, sympathy ... I think I can say with reasonable certainty. But Love ', the no. I have not yet had the opportunity.
However, despite not having tried it, an 'idea how it can have one.
The first word that comes to be associated with 'love is "slow". Strange, huh?
But slowly (obviously) I am absolutely convinced that this feeling to grow at a rate so low that it almost nerves. In practice, for me, 'Love is a sloth. A 'terrifying image, I admit, not at all romantic or inspired, but serves to make the right' idea!
With the concept of "slow" introduces the concept of Time. And since we have made to capitalize the 'Love, well let's put the time, that of 'Love is a great friend, contrary to what everyone says (now I feel revolutionary!).
I want to break a lance in favor of Time, too often abused and criticized by love , accused of breaking and wearing (it says its toll?) Reports! All the time seems destined to die, to fall into the habit and what I personally consider one of the great scourges of humanity and I have always been worse scared of the boogeyman hiding under my bed as a child (there was, I swear ...): there was boredom!
not that is so true! Time, in fact, is a great ally, only that we are fools (all, I'll put me in as well) and do not know how to use it well!
Now, let me enlighten you with my great metaphors.
assume that time is a fire. A beautiful little fire crackling, neither too dim nor too high. Right. Now, if we throw ourselves into the fire ... First we are crazy and we should treat us, and secondly we burn. This initial behavior is typical of those who want everything at once and do not let the time the opportunity to do his job, but it "throws" for fear that no steps and come back.
The other option is to sit by the fire and enjoy the warmth without making us any harm, enjoying the warmth ... (I see me with a stupid smile on his face next to my small fire). Time thus becomes a comfort, an ally, a friend who heats up and allows us to capture all the beautiful shades with its light can create ...
temporarily abandon the wonderful world of metaphors.
When we want to do something good, do quickly or slowly, with care?
So I wonder: why, what for the acclaim that is considered more important and is sought in all ways / places / humans, or the 'Love, we do not have the patience to spend a bit 'more? That is the whole 'this rush that surrounds us? Why do we / have / understand everything right away? Where is the care with that? Where is your attention? Where the delicacy, the precision of gesture, time to reflect and make things right?
again with the metaphor: If I want to build a house (and here the friend will say, "No, please, even with this history of homes. "Yes I am stubborn.) I'll have to start from the ground up. If I want the house holds, the foundation must be solid, stable, handled with care. So what do I do? Dig a hole and we put two piles at random? Of course not, I will do things calmly and this will take ... Yes, that's the time!
(Sometimes my logic scares me!).
It is now clear why Time is, dare I say essential?
And the more time we devote to something, the more important and this is what becomes important.
Sure, you could say, now you know, boyfriend tomorrow, the day after we live together. Voila, done. After all, what changes? But this is the importance we give to things that concern us? The importance we give to us, as a result?
I'm sorry, I pass!
What then here you are talking about life ... our to be exact! Do not know about you but I I want particularly to my. I'll be possessive, a little 'selfish, but my life I have treated me, I take care of me ... I really like is that I do not know what to do. Yes, I admit, I'm addicted, it's a terrible habit that I can not root out and I hope not never succeed.
For you, my dear, sometimes boring but always fascinating, life, I just want the best. And they are so willing to spend all the time necessary, to build the house that is the Love 'which I hope will never be completed ...
