baggage
is a child from a previous alliance baggage, or is he not? it is unfair to view him as such, and it is grossly inadequate not to...
i was recently presented with this dilemma when i was introduced the young child of a newly separated friend. Does this bother you at all, my friend asked me, and with oceans behind my ears i said of course not, i see him as nothing but a child.
a charming child he was, and as i soon found out seemed to take on more of my memory space that i thought he would. as it turns out, the feeling were reciprocated, as he asked his father where is SHE?
of course he is baggage, he is someone else's baggage, he is the product of someone else's desires and now remains the symbol of a union that remains broken and a love that no one knows of anymore....
the naive side of me has fallen in love with this child and dreams of seeing him again.. while the not-so-naive part falls in love with him too, but knows not if she should welcome him so willingly.
i always though the worst part of growing up was just growing up... but now i realise the worst part of all is losing the ability to love innocently, and being able to understand why.
posted by anandhi @ 4:21 am
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2 Comments:
No one would choose not to feel love, although many do not see it as a choice.
No one would choose not to find love, although many search for it in vain.
No one would choose not to live in love, although many survive in its absence.
The choice to love is within us, always. It is in a quiet mind; it is in the present moment
unencumbered by judgments from the past or fears of the future; it is in the thoughts we
nourish and the feelings we cherish. We choose not to feel love, innocently and without
intent, when we get caught up in our worries or selfdoubts;
when we lose touch with the
present and wander through the minefields of the past and the thickets of worry about the
future; when we become afraid of losing the feeling, or desperate to hang onto it. Yet,
when we become secure that love is a feeling that arises from within us, from our own free minds, we just stop thinking about it at all. And it comes to us naturally and enriches
each day as the essence of our life.
I love the way you write. Always looking forward to your thoughts. Good keep it up.
Mira
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