To love will always be a risk. Yet, it is in those intense moments of vulnerability that real Love manifests itself. It’s not the easiest of journeys but it is the most rewarding.
Though not always convenient, there is such a necessity to assess a person based on the history of their story, as opposed to judge and punish based on observation of the present. EVERYONE has their story and I’m no exception. There are many times that I can think of where an understanding of my past could have aided a more positive outcome of situations I’ve found myself in, allowing for a better tomorrow. Finding the point in time, of someone’s life, where Love was taken from them bares the root to the weed and it is destroying the weed that changes the man for the better.
Very few will understand. There is distinct difference between not being able to Love and not being given an opportunity to demonstrate that I DO Love but cannot show it for reasons beyond my control.
Very few will understand what it’s like to have stifled Love or Love that has to be displayed within set parameters for a greater good. Very few will understand that there are real men among us who look on, from behind a glacier of no emotion, wishing they could have that one chance to Love.
There are very few things worse than having Love torn from you. Regardless of blame and reason, it leaves you in a place where you question the very existence of Love. Much less the ability to display it.
I overcame this period in my life by accepting responsibility for my wrongdoings and how I’d hurt others. Then I went through a process of self-forgiveness before opening a door for others to forgive me.
During the period of asking others to forgive me, I went through a raft of emotions as some forgave and others blasted me with the grudge and hate they still held against me. It wasn’t pretty and the period brought me to a next phase that I am still dealing with. I am fearful of letting down those that I Love.