COMMITMENT

Gutturally you can feel commitment. Or not.

Commitment embraces the good times and the bad. Commitment is not just turning up for the party. Everyone loves a party. Commitment is also everyday life, and that’s not always pretty.

Daily life is a lonely journey in solitude. It’s hectic, there’s pressure, responsibility, tears of joy and sorrow, conversations and kisses. That’s the real stuff, life’s made of it. The test of commitment, is when someone wants both, real life and crazy times. All of it, all at once.

Commitment is not suffocation and should not to be feared, the opposite in fact. Contentment, knowledge that there’s a strong love, a life connection.

Stepping back to view the complete picture from above, setting the heart aside, is a sound idea when met with a red flag.

Dreams carry secrets and insights, perhaps clarity. So if in the conscious world it’s murky, perhaps direction lies with the subconscious.

Sleep.

LOVE

This one has challenged me and it’s been revisited many times. Provide another topic and I can work it but this one, not easy. Perhaps that means it’s my subject, that it’s the one I need to pen. Is it because it’s so broad? Or maybe because there are so many types of love and I need to focus on one. I dunno.

Expectations. Real love does not have them, apparently. I embrace those I love, and they feel it. Although ‘nice’ to be reciprocated, real love should be minus expectation. Individual love is demonstrated differently from person to person and that‘s where complexity lies, and miscommunication, and heartache.

I think true love is loving someone so completely that you don’t want to change a thing about them. Understanding and seeing what makes them so intrinsically beautiful and letting it be. Intrinsic beauty is difficult to define but for me it’s an inner confidence, an authentic sense of self, a calm centredness, an honesty of self, a vulnerability.

Loving someone is holding them firmly, yet lightly without pressure, letting their soul breathe. Love is extending hand and heart. Real love is that feeling deep, deep in your soul. Its a feeling of knowing, almost nostalgic, of having being here before. It’s not a new feeling, it’s an old world feeling of perhaps paths crossed or previous lives shared. It’s white and gold, floaty and precious. It’s not to be shared, it’s you and them, there’s no room for more, it’s a magnetism, you can’t walk away. And you don’t want to.

It’s wanting the world for them. It’s a desire to help towards potential while not intruding or suffocating. It’s about giving space while being right there.

Soulmate love is undeniable and I for one have only felt it once. Is it something only felt once in a lifetime?