I love to love. Pretty simple, really. The constraints of marriage (by my own accord) held me back from loving in ways I’m only now discovering. Why, for instance, did I not feel free enough to love the way in which I wanted during my marriage? I am not speaking of how one falls in love with a lover, rather, just to simply love and accept people, be joyful in celebrating friendships.
Of course, according to societal norms, love must contain boundaries. That word, boundaries….its meaning perplexes me. Reasons are such as probably good to not randomly shoot other human beings or confiscate your next door neighbors’ brand new gnome set adorning his front yard . Yet its true meaning, having limits, I question. For when one feels something such as love how does one limit this? Does one say they love a daughter more than a son? How possible is it to love one person, THE person one chooses to spend the rest of their life with and live within the boundaries of love? Now on the edge of entering a life without marriage, I find myself loving more openly, honestly, though limited in scope. I have the capacity to love more than I do; a yearning to understand myself in terms of what loving others means to me. How to love, it’s easy. How to contain, not so much.
There’s nothing you can’t make that can’t be made.
No one that you can save that can’t be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn to be you in time…it’s easy.