GREEN LOVE

Never get married as a lover. If you are in love, do not get married because in falling in love there is no sense of reality. Only when you have realized that next to you there is a wretch, a child or a neurasthenic, a hysteric, only when his defects are no longer funny, but hateful, then you will really love him. You have to know how to fight, know how to have different ideas and instead many live by making a living, swallowing toads. Relational well-being cannot decide on everything, because if not, the risk is that we proceed out of hypocrisy, that is to go ahead repressing what are our own truths. In fact, many live trying to avoid the defects of the other: I know that there are some things that I cannot say so that in front of a defect of the other I am in apnea waiting for it to pass and for one of its qualities to re-emerge. True love is that which knows no conditions, it is that which starts from attraction, passes through affinity and arrives at the intuition that there is something indissoluble between you. We all have this intuition and it is necessary to have it both. You don’t come to marriage to have an indissoluble relationship, but to put a seal on what you feel between yourselves as indissoluble.
And do you know what leads us to love in a certain way and not in another? The pain we felt, that’s right. The times we felt invisible, the words that pierced us, the abandonments we suffered, the goodbyes we inevitably found ourselves saying, the deaths we had to witness, the insecurities we carry inside from time immemorial. So you see? How can you think that one wound can look like another? That we all have the same pain threshold? All that can be said about love is that vhi really loves does not enjoy spreading the edges of our wounds, does not wallow in it, does not cling to it. The rest, all the rest, is another story.
I sit on the wall, squeeze my legs and look at my knees, to see some peeling, some bruising … Nothing. The ugly thing about broken hearts is this: that you can’t throw hydrogen peroxide on them and blow them while the bubbles walk on the wound, that you can only hold onto the pieces. And there are no operations and there are no medicines that can put them back together, you have to keep your heart broken like this. Maybe that’s good. Nobody deserves my frailty. It would be too easy to see a person who is always strong and smiling, but when the demons come out and there you really understand who you are in front of. I will continue to fight alone. It hurts to show yourself to others. It’s not worth it.
I believe that the human being has animal behaviors, but also plant ones. The animal has cells that heal and close its wounds. However, if you cut a branch it does not grow again: a plant wound is definitive and the only thing we can do is cover it. This is why we find trees with cavities, inside which fungi are born that feed the trunk. In this sense, our heart behaves like vegetables. If you hurt it it doesn’t heal, and the wound stays open. What could happen is that new experiences cover that same wound with life

7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Catxman
    Sep 13, 2021 @ 18:47:53

    We love what we love, and what that is changes like a flower’s turning face to the sun … it is surely better to feel the warmth than the shiver in the cold of late autumn.

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  2. LAMarcom
    Sep 13, 2021 @ 22:08:58

    I think you invited me to not post on yer page.
    But….
    I love this.
    (Yeah, I have written about lots of cats)

    Reply

    • Fairy Queen
      Sep 13, 2021 @ 22:53:33

      I invited you not to post links, not not to comment. You can write anything you think about my posts. But words, not links. Because I go to read your blog, when I have time I read and comment.

      Reply

  3. LAMarcom
    Sep 13, 2021 @ 22:10:38

    the hook:
    “Never get married as a lover.”
    Brilliance in a bottle.
    Good job!

    Reply

  4. LAMarcom
    Sep 13, 2021 @ 22:12:35

    “If you are in love, do not get married because in falling in love there is no sense of reality.”

    There is so much RIGHT with this post.
    OK.
    I will stfu now….

    Reply

  5. LAMarcom
    Sep 13, 2021 @ 22:15:33

    “The ugly thing about broken hearts is this: that you can’t throw hydrogen peroxide on them and blow them while the bubbles walk on the wound, that you can only hold onto the pieces. And there are no operations”

    Day’em! You rite some grate GREAT shite!!!

    Reply

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