There's this one bush I see all the time that has the most beautiful wild flower on it. There are a bunch of them, but one in particular stands out to me. I like to look at this flower. Tonight, I thought to myself "I'm gonna pick it and take it with me" but I didn't.
I didn't because I love this wild flower and all its beauty. The instant I pick it and take it home, I have killed it. The instant I make it mine, it is lost. Because I love this flower, I let it alone.
It reminded me of a few weeks ago when I found myself talking to a stranger at 4 am about our views on relationships. I told her something like this:
"The reason I don't 'date' anymore is because when a woman has an affect on me, I see her as a wave. Smooth, powerful, contrasting with the horizon- whether it chooses to wash gently across the sand or smash violently into the rocks, it's free to do so. There are no restrains and no controlls. I am seeing the wave as it truly is. Now, if I were to say "I love this wave so much that no one else can share it," and I begin building dams and channels to direct and control this wave, eventually I'll be left with a trickling creek. So instead, I become the beach. If she chooses to crest and break at my shoreline, then I will welcome her completely! I will love her just as much as the dam builder. But when the tides change and she washes up on another shore, I remain the same because SHE remains the same. While the dam builder is busy trying to figure out why his dam broke, I'm still enjoying the same exact wave. "
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation.
This is an unoriginal thought apparently. I saw almost the exact same thing quoted just a few days after I wrote this. But the quote was decades old
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