Back 'n Forth

The ex will cue the queue of excuses...

Let No Man Put Asunder

I have the utmost respect for the Marriage Institute. When you invite God into your heart and into your relationship, you inadvertently open yourself up to the greatest understanding of love. With all my shenanigans, I have not ever come between a marriage. I just don't come between a man, a woman and God. This is a boundary one really shouldn't cross.

This morning I heard of two marriages that may have broken up because of a partner from each marriage who decided that their being married made it okay for them to be with each other. As though God may get the rightful partners of each partner confused because there are 7 billion of us on the planet. Two people were hurt when the truth peeled itself off of the pseudo-comfort, more carefully than I assume the philanderers' clothes did.

Marriage says to me: "This is the man/woman I believe God wants me to be with (for however long God chooses for us to be together on earth); to love and honour them...'' and you move on to the next stage where the bond is sealed with rings that symbolise your union that has no beginning and no end.

A part of me was truly hurt this morning as I sat and wondered about a union that's supposed to be a testament of true love, but got tainted by avarice. I just wondered at what point did this man stop loving his wife; and at what point did the wife stop loving her husband who found her in bed with his married friend after his business trip concluded prematurely?

Surely that love was never there?

Surely they didn't let God in? Because the vows say: "What God has out together, let no man put asunder."

Surely.

Later in the day, I got to hear of the story of how a man and woman so loved each other they had children that further strengthened that love for each other. After years of marriage the husband got attacked outside of their home and suffered head injuries that impaired his motor senses and attention span but not his personality. He remained the loving, positive husband and father that he swore in front of God he'd become. She remained, without feeling any sense of obligation to the vows, a loving; supportive wife and mother. He was her anchor; the love of her life. It has now been a year since he passed away. Through her pain that has not crippled her into submission, I could feel the love they shared.

The only other people that had any influence in that marriage were the children. No family. No friends. No outsiders.

LOVE isn't black and/or white. It's not either hot or cold. It's not an area of  grey that needs understanding. It's a multi-dimensional emotion that takes the bravest and most emotionally mature to understand. If you take the decision to include God in your union and to guide that love, don't look to others to dictate to you what that love can or should do.

The first of the four noble truths states that: "Ïf you are alive, you will suffer". The suffering stems from an oblivion to pain. When you recognise that there is such a thing as pain, you are able to handle it better because you are aware of its presence. Not acknowledging that there may be trials and tribulations in your marriage will lead you to mismanaging the problems and looking elsewhere for solutions.

Be with someone who acknowledges this truth. A realist and an optimist. Someone who believes in love as much as you do. Someone who is emotionally mature and wants to brave the rest of their life with you.

Take all of this with a pinch of salt. I just made the decison to be more open to love. Real love.

Living Young and Wild and Free

The chorus to the song below goes: "So what we get drunk?; so what we smoke weed?; we're just having fun; we don't care who sees. So what we go out? This is how it's s'pose to be: Living young and wild and free"

My last weekend lived up to this Wiz Khalifa and Snoop Dogg track. I last saw my boys as a crew in 2007. I dunno what it is that kept me away from them for so long, but when we hooked up at one of their hotels out in Walkerville; twas as though we hadn't spent a week apart. For reasons I have no interest in getting into, I have been a little anxious about being around too many people at private parties. Seeing these boys living life as though they had no problems or responsibilities for just 72 hours made me realise just how couped up in my head I had been in the last 6 weeks.

I am young; have a little bit of a wild side that's nowhere ready to be tamed and I'd like to feel free, and comfortable and unguarded when I'm out celebrating my youth and independence.

I'm just happy I got some of "me" back within less than 24 hours.

Don't Do Drugs. They'll proper eff you up!

The Road

I didn't know of the heart that choked.

You went away and it just beat there,

Not knowing whether to follow you or

Risk a step towards you and feel itself crumble.

It's been sung sweet lullabies

While intensely listening out for yours;

Been unapologetically moved by your music

And swayed by bastardized lies.

It is still right here, where it belongs

See?

After detours and sho't left tours.

After journeys of exciting newness.

After what was, became what is:

The road that still lead me to you.