A Message.
January 5, 2012
“We accept the love we think we deserve”
And it’s true. We do.
Is the question the same if you ask if you deserve the love that you are acceping?
I suppose in terms of semantics, it’s the same damn question.
But what if you love too much, too quickly? Over a cup of coffee in a chain-diner with an overly sarcastic waiter that was getting on my last nerve, one of the people who knows me best looked at me from across the table in silent and pleasant company.
“I think those guys sitting at the table behind you used to be in my gym class in high school…”
and I realized, we are reckless, wild hearts. Relentless and uninhibited. They feel too much and love far too much and far too easily. We believe anything and trust fearlessly. I’m not sure if it’s a flaw, but even if it is, I appreciate it. Life and feelings are rich and I am unapologetic for what I feel because dammit, it’s all I know. All I know is how to feel and I know how to do it very well. I can’t help it. We can’t help it. When things are beautiful they’re ecstatic, when they’re bad they’re devastating.
We just need to keep drinking coffee, laying on the floor, and reminding each other,
“Remember that one time when I thought I was going to die? I’m still alive. Tell me that. Always tell me that. Life’s not that serious.”
We walked out of the restaurant as the waiter threw another sarcastic remark at us and I mumbled under my breath, “I fcking hate that guy…”
