We experience love with heart beats beating at spectrums of a different pace. Waiting anxiously excited to grace what the ones we love can make us feel. Is that a selfish thought? To love you because you make me feel loved. Although at times we disgrace love by vowing her beauty because we seek to take.
Not realizing to be loved is not owed but often given as a filled glass needing one another to replace moments to relate. With no water dehydration takes place oftentimes untying love in a lover making what was once ‘defined’, into a hazy vague. Untied love has a date. When we think that we are the only prize in a setting needing pairs to fill a space we affiliate simply ‘being’ with the return of love, forgetting to appreciate the facilitation of us being okay.
Blossoming love that continues to grow is when we plant in breathable dirt with the careful placing of seeds in a row. Knowing to water like natural instinct the growing love holds. Many seeds blossom and without affection begin to fold. Only participating pairs can make a moment of love grow bold in the beauty of seeing each other through time growing old.
Inclined to love we forsake shadows of pain from the ones we love in effort of helping each other to be whole. Your peace makes my heart to feel its note. Moments of love. We connect on levels becoming inseparable because the heart holds more power than a mind can behold.
Moments of love weaken and strengthen because the all-powerful heart ties you to another soul. You cannot make decisions alone on where you want to go. Though when there are two you have someone to hold secure the other end of a rope.
Love takes chances based on hope. Without love the heart still feels, allowing hate to grow, creating widows. The flow of love gives a voice to the concrete rose. The image of a heart emoji is perfectly symmetrical beauty, while the heart in our chest is bloody, ugly, and complicated. Why does the organ known as the heart look like fear? Which is the true representation of the actions of living beings.
When our reasons are broken down we act without good reason to prevent… is how we justify all things… We look for flaws in others when we become afraid that someone else might rise above. While also denying true flaws due to the same fears being dug up.
We say and believe things like ‘kill or be killed’ due to the fear of struggle. Needing to control and muzzle due to the fear of a foolish pride beginning to buckle. We avoid the words ‘I don’t know’ due to fear of losing control. We use the words ‘I don’t know’ due to fear of being expected to tote. Moments of fear.
We win fights when imminent fear is proposed… We lose because the same fear was the reason we froze. We fight without reason due to the fear of the unexposed. So we poke. Then know. Then we fear our own justifications, so we smote what made us see the flaws within. Unable to approach our own horrors we demote truth.
There is a moment of fear in every moment, love, hate, beginning, ending, lose, winning, being free with the realization of just a different leash. In what we deeply believe we transform love, hate, beginning, ending, losing, winning, reaching further than the stretch of our leash, fear, into moments of ‘I play for keeps.’ Finding something to believe in is our drive to succeed.
We cleave as a natural instinct but choosing to be a leech to our own greatness is where we find the key to moments of fulfillment. Each time we look in the mirror and say ‘this time it’s on me’ we give our tree permission to grow leaves. Though we need a team, strength comes when each person believes that the ‘W’ in we can be flipped to include me. What I do or don’t do matters in the goals I seek to reach.
No waiting on someone else to hand us a victory. Becoming so great that we don’t have to tear down another for us to make history. A story built on determined progress forwarding is the joy in rewarding. A moment of striving. When we want it bad enough to take it but love it enough to earn it.
When we don’t believe we are the best we seek to deprive all things that thrive. Whilst the key is knowing that you play against the best at their best and still becoming the thing that thrives. That is when we derive to the knowing there is difference in pride and ‘Pride.’
