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Movin’ On

            Rough times, tough times, times to reflect, to hurt, to cry, to wonder why. Love, sharing, caring, delving deep into another person’s soul, capturing their heart, their mind, weaknesses and strengths, all usually parallel the uncomfortable, undesirable, the hurtful, even the dangerous, making all of this a part of relationships.

            It may not be one person who has dropped into our collection of days, weeks, months or years and ensconced  our emotional education, although it could be. It is usually a little bit from one, something else from another, and pieces of who knows what from still others.

            Learning, growing, becoming something other than what we were, better, we hope, stronger. Wiser

            We don’t let up.  We step along, moving towards what we hope is best, oblivious to the way it may turn out but with an unrealistic approach to how it probably will turn out.  Our minds distort the natural and the defenses are overcome in us when we close our eyes and put our passion into a kiss.

            It is the subconscious that tells us to be alert, be aware, be prepared, but passion is so much stronger than this inner character that hides in our hearts and eludes common sense in the head.  We go forward, oblivious to what the inner part of us says, unable and unwilling to hear it.

            It is what makes us homo-sapiens, different than Fido the dog and Fluffy the cat.  As humans, we feel love, we feel loss, we grieve, become joyous.  Kitty and puppy may as well, but the difference is, we know why, or at least we think we do, we feel that way.

            Overlook.  That is the one word that is probably the most descriptive.  We overlook.  Faults, character traits, personality quirks, habits, we overlook them all.  We ignore the obvious and become immune to the ability to notice flaws, making them strengths, or cute, or even, at the time, desirable.

            And we learn.  We have to.  Destined to repeat is the phrase that comes to mind.  At least that is what we are supposed to do.  Learn, or repeat the errors, minor or gross, of our past.  The really dark glasses are great for watching an eclipse, but for looking at our partner, the person we want to be with, or think we do, they are rose colored as well; distorting, blurry, clouded, misty and sometimes downright blinding.

            We don’t want to take them off.  They stay on our face until love sets in.  By then it is too late to shake the emotion out of our hearts and we put ourselves into ‘exist only’ mode.  There may not be sadness, but there may not be happiness either.  We move along, loving, caring, but not living close to any realm of where we would be in a life of self-professed utopia.

            Human emotion, the vestige of intelligence, the combination of the psyche and the heart,  all of it playing into the relationship part of our lives, is what love is all about.  It has parts, sometimes so many that we lose track of what it was we sought from the people we chose in the first place. 

            Growing is what needs to come out of it all, and it is necessary for moving on.