Russell

I’ve been a bit winded lately – yet haven’t had much to say. Once again, the ongoing complexity of ‘self’ (perhaps myself) reigns supreme. In any event, I update the world on my memoirs of today and introduce you to my rendition of love...I call it, "THE L-WORD Defined"........Forever; I am convinced that we, as humans, have been feasting on the wrong ingredients that make our lives and world go around. While we depend on water and air to keep our limbs moving – I argue that we’ve been missing out on the essential vitamin that replenishes and recycles the entire human race. The vitamin I speak of is called love. Who am I to define such a word? Who am I to think my opinion on love is widely considered or read upon? All I know is that at one point in my life, I have felt the kind of love that stops you mid-sentence, and allows you to reevaluate how you want your comment to be perceived and understood. Often times, we justify ourselves to say harsh words or critiques to loved ones by saying “I’m saying this out of love”. Truthfully, I find it foul and full of shit. Saying something out of love comes off endearing and not pointed; direct yet not rigid; or perhaps even cold but delivered in warmth. I have met these traits so I am convinced I can love, therefore I can answer my own questions. Who am I to speak of love? I am a victim of its lasting nature. I am a recipient of its ongoing awards. The love I miss deals with the pleasure and comfort of supplying an “f” word. I’m talking about ‘flexibility’ and not ‘fucking’ as so many of you mistaken for love. Our existence was found on the very notion of ‘fucking’ and yet some act like the idea of engaging in it fast or frequently is nasty and inappropriate. What if I said, I wanted to love you off the bat – instead of the f-word defined. Wouldn’t you look at me weird and give the oh-so practiced and rehearsed speech of ‘we’re moving too fast”? I suppose the term “go fuck yourself” was derived from such an idea and wonder. I’ll leave this topic alone for now. All I know is that the love I am looking for has found me – yet I do not dare try to describe it or the feeling; or even recognize the energy. Perhaps the love I embrace is staring at you in your face, hidden behind a twig? It concerns me that some may be reading this and thinks that I am talking about them. I assure you that I’m not – for the type of love I will give into next will have everything to do ABOUT ME, and matters nothing about you. Love is selfish and I’m no different! See you at the halfway point….. MyGen Profile Generator