In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Language of Things.”
We’ve got to admit that love is the most positive and bittersweet feeling we could ever experience in our lives, and in order to express my feelings towards the person I love, those things rings a loud bell in my mind :
– The sky: it’s how much I miss him… as much as the sky is wide and infinite.
-Ice cube: it’s how I see myself away from him and when I meet him, I melt like an ice cube exposed to intense heat.
– Flower: it’s how I feel like when I’m with him, thriving spontaneously!
-Electricity: is the distance between us, how dangerous it become when we get close or when we get far from each other.
– The sea: it’s the expansion of your love where I find myself drawning blindly and helplessly to ever survive its deep layers.
“Suicide. It’s something I’ve been thinking about. Not too seriously, but I have been thinking about it.”
That’s the note. Word for word. And I know it’s word for word because I wrote it dozens of times before delivering it. I’d write it, throw it away, write it, crumple it up, throw it away.
But why was I writing it to begin with? I asked myself that question every time I printed the words onto a new sheet of paper. Why was I writing this note? It was a lie. I hadn’t been thinking about it. Not really. Not in detail. The thought would come into my head and I’d push it away.
But I pushed it away a lot.”
a place you have to fight to climb out of.
Or it can trigger an epic mania to overcome the odds
and transform failure into success.
Say you swing as high as the chains will take you
because you seek the thrill of flight, and on the up- kick, you lose your seat.
Injury is likely.
But if you worry about falling down, and never chance “up,” the sky will remain forever out of reach.
― Ellen Hopkins
Sometimes you want to say, “I love you, but…”
Yet the “but” takes away the ‘I love you’. In love their are no ‘buts’ or ‘if’s’ or ‘when’. It’s just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It’s the condition-less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart…eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain, the way we move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day, until death.
To say “I love you, but….” is to say, “I did not love you at all”.
I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I love you as only a girl could love a boy. Without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly
— Coco J. Ginger
“Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person’s sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person they sleep with and I will tell you their valuation of themselves. No matter what corruption they’re taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment – just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! – an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces them to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept their real ego as their standard of value. They will always be attracted to the person who reflects their deepest vision of themselves, the person whose surrender permits them to experience – or to fake – a sense of self-esteem .. Love is our response to our highest values – and can be nothing else.”
A slight view on the connection between desire, love and our own selfesteem. As we always think that our emotions and desire are coming from different places and they’re not linked somehow to eachother or to our own perspective about ourselves, but that is not entirely true because our emotions can be unreasonable but they’re not seperated !
Poor human nature, what horrible crimes have been committed in thy name! Every fool, from king to policeman, from the flatheaded parson to the visionless dabbler in science, presumes to speak authoritatively of human nature. The greater the mental charlatan, the more definite his insistence on the wickedness and weaknesses of human nature. Yet, how can any one speak of it today, with every soul in a prison, with every heart fettered, wounded, and maimed?
John Burroughs has stated that experimental study of animals in captivity is absolutely useless. Their character, their habits, their appetites undergo a complete transformation when torn from their soil in field and forest. With human nature caged in a narrow space, whipped daily into submission, how can we speak of its potentialities?
Freedom, expansion, opportunity, and, above all, peace and repose, alone can teach us the real dominant factors of human nature and all its wonderful possibilities.