Intensity

Alright it's been a while so my writing skills might be a bit rusty. Sike! I've been waiting to write this entry for quite some time now. It's kind of like an itch in the back of your neck. The kind where you continue to scratch only to realize that it doesn't go away because the itch is DEEP within your skin. Normally I write about my struggles, triumph, and everything in between. This one is a little different. It has a different word to it. A word I only tell to people that need to hear it. This time it's one person in particular. A life-changing encounter which has spun me on a roller coaster of emotions which I thought were not possible. It's that word that needs no introduction but always results with a conclusion. The kind of essay you begin to write only to find out that you never get to the end of it. LOVE.

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."--Aristotle

He was very accurate on this assumption, and I say assumption for good reason. Single soul? Two bodies? All in one sentence? Dude come on everyone knows it's not true. As a matter of fact I find love to be the oopsite. It should be: "Love is composed of two bodies inhabiting a single soul". Here's my reasoning, and you may object accordingly. Love is a two-way street first, and foremost. The thing is that every two-way street is intersected by another two way street. This might not make sense right now but just bare with me. Imagine this:

You're driving on a two-way street you look around and see nothing is sight. No buildings, no cars, not even any lights. Then you approach an intersection (in the middle of nowhere), and assume it's fine to just continue without stopping, and BAMMM you get hit. How is that possible?


Sometimes we think of a street as being two-ways but it's not the two ways you think they are. You see that opposite lane heading in your opposite direction is life. Everyone telling you what is right, and wrong. Telling you to do this, and do that, and date her, and don't don't her. What about at the intersection? You have the ability to make a choice. Do you stay on your own path with people always against you, or do you deviate into another route and see where that leads you? That's what love is all about. Taking a chance, and going somewhere that will take you where you have never been before. Remember you can always go back in the same direction but it's the route you take to gettting there that makes the trip meaningful. We are all going to die one day but it's up to us what intersections we take in order to get there.

"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."--Robert Heinlein

Now imagine those two bodies meeting along the lines somewhere. Driving through dirt roads, cracked concrete, oil slicks, and detours. We all have our detours. Yet somehow we find our way back home no matter the route we take. Love is the union of two of those treacherous routes uniting into a one lane highway. Hence, one "single soul". Two souls on the same path leading to a destination which, like every other road, will have its obstacles. She showed that to me.

With all the struggle in my life for once I am seeing that one lane highway passing by me in the rear view mirror. the only difference is that I have a passenger in my heart. She sits there alongside me appreciating me for who I am , and not asking where I am headed. Only taking the ride as it comes, and come what may. For the first time in a relationship I feel a connection unlike any other. Not just a sexual and physical connection, but an emotional connection as well. we don't ask about our futures often with one another yet we are striving at getting better for one another for "our" future. We're not saying what we want to happen, rather we work to make it happen. Edith and I don't push the future, we let our future push us to be better as a couple as a single soul. Yes we indeed are two bodies but together we are "one soul". Guess i just proved one of Aristotle's theories as WRONG. Take that for philosophy.

Intense, huh?

"The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart."--Josiah G. Holland <---Now that quote I can't prove wrong, and if you're in love you know why!