A Word: Love, miraculously described in text Part 2

Some say when the mind connects with the heart there is no greater love on this earth. My soul began to connect the two and what no one had ever been able to tell before, was something I realized. The stuff of legends, that people dream of but never seek and achieve. As this completed I neared the top, the summit that I had strove for, for so long to reach. The light on the other side exploded in a blinding power. Everything seemed to slow, my breathe began to wain, my heart slowed, and my eyes fluttered to darkness. I stood not knowing where I was and began to fall back, floating down, gently. My lungs took in no more air, my heart would beat no longer, and the black clouds engulfed me. When my eyes fluttered open I was in an other worldly place. The lady of the mountain was face to face with me, floating in this dream state. Her soft voice, spoke the words, “I love you”. Torn and bleeding from the climb I returned the words, with no sense of tarnish, no ill. Again, everything went black and I crashed back into the mountain, but black it never would remain. 

Some say I was the man of legends that bound with the woman of the mountain to become one. I was the one who found the secret to the grand essential to happiness in this life, but it came with my death. The myth of my death some believe, but that is not true love unless it is apparent that I still live on. The greatest happiness ever was found and still exists to this day. The reason, all those who embark on the same climb will find. Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies, and now it is a single soul, a single love, and a single happiness that was once two bodies, now composed of one mountain, together in the revels of the climb. The climb, is what I hope for

A Word: Love, miraculously described in text Part 1

I’ve been talking a bit about what love is, and I realized it is often very hard to really know if you are in love or not. Here is my allegorical explanation to hopefully express the exact emotions that are felt while in love. It may not be complete, nor the best description, but it is all I can do with the words that are given to us.

Roland Barthes probably put it best, “To try and write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.” That hysteria began with Joseph Addison’s three grand essentials to happiness in this life: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

My something to do began at the base of a deadly mountain, chilling in the shadow of the day, blistering with its roar, and ravage with its wispy nails cutting through your skin from the days of hardened defense. This mountain was like none other in the world, millions had attempted it throughout the history of the human race, but only few had ever reached the summit. Some have said the mountain can see within your soul, and if there is not clarity between your mind and heart, death will be your fate. With this in mind I set each foot one after another into the glossy flakes of ice beneath. Empty air slithered into my lungs and grabbed at me.

The base where I was just an hour before, turned black and appeared to disappear away. Stunned I gazed beyond the windows of my mind, a hook seemed to be deep within my heart pulling away everything I had ever felt. Hesitantly I took a few more steps. All of me felt heavy as I sank into the powder. All the white, washed over my eyes. I awoke floating away from the crater in the snow I had just left. Nothing had ever felt this way deep within, my mind was airy, but my heart was light. After that there was nothing but the mountain, and a climb to fill my heart of something greater than myself.

In the first day I had made it a minuscule way up. Loneliness set in as the first night approached. Only embers from the fire kept warmth to my body. Very little flame ever glittered away from the ashes, the source that was the mountain kept its hold upon the throat of the fire. Every story I heard was true, and the rest of this summit was only to get harder. Yearning the next morning from the dream I had while asleep in the snowy mountain, I began to furiously climb. Only briefly would I stop to catch my breathe. Unknown to me at the beginning of my journey was that this mountain was not a wild animal, or beast from mythical stories, but a lady. A lady of the greatest nature, the chilling wind was like her dark flowing hair, the snow like the softness of her skin, and the rocks like the strength she had to control you, death or life. Days and days went by, the lady of the mountain threw her fortitude at me, and my heart began to fall in love with the challenge and the grace.

A barrier of thick dark clouds still stood within my sight and the tip of the mountain. I fought with ever part of the mountain. Tears from the blinding snow would freeze on my cheek, and each crevice would daunt my hope to continue further. My heart began to fill, even with my mind more cautious than ever, protecting me from every bend in the slim curves of the woman beneath. As each day was a challenge more unlike the previous day, I soon found my something to love. Each night I held dreams of this mountain, with the tender woman beneath the raging facade. I awoke each morning with great strength throughout. My love for the mountain grew, and my mind became more at ease with the treacherous cliffs and slippery grains beneath my footwear. Weeks passed and it was as if I danced upon the curves and twists of the young lady, making my way towards the dark clouds that were chopping off the view to the peak.

Shortly afterward, I began my assent into the darkness that guarded the summit. Black waves ensued, crashing into my core. Turquoise lightning struck, and I felt I could see the eyes of the mountain, fear striking within me. All the while my mind still lay caution to my heart, of the harm that lay ahead. The peak grew in my sight, and what seemed to be the light from a burning white sun, lay just beyond the other side. Naturally, love is a most distant possibility. That held true as the peak never seemed to get closer. I tried and I fell, tumbling down tearing my skin on the exposed rock, many times I could not reach the top.

I lay one night, and again I had a dream, this dream gave the key to achieving the summit, but in the dream that key would mean the death of me. My final assent to the top would be this day. The cold of below left, and a heat and sharpness began tearing away the bonds I had on for the piercing cold. Finally, I had found what I could hope for, with my mind letting down its final defense it molded with my heart in the love for this mountain, my heart felt something great, and my mind was more clear than ever. What I could hope for was to reach the summit with a heart and mind full of love.

My Hollywood Relationship: Part 1

Let me make it very clear, I have been with a fair amount of women, and I have never had a problem talking to or charming the opposite sex. Let me also make it clear, that when it comes to my relationships, that can be a problem, as those whom I date can see that as me being untrustworthy. I am not though, and yes the phrase “You can get any girl you want, so why choose me?” has been thrown around time and time again. I had a lady friend the other night, point out that yes I can essentially snap my fingers and get whatever girl I so choose, but she also noted that the girl I chose, is the one I choose for a reason. This will be a discussion topic for a post to come. As I said in my previous post I have a very defined list, often quite strict, so if I choose a girl it is for a reason.

Now let me tell you about the girl who claimed my heart this past year, and still unfortunately holds it in her hand whether I like it or not. My Hollywood romance film, and I only wish it were a comedy. Everything in this story is factually true. So without further delay, begin Part 1.The Notebook

 

It was a sunny day, warm from the sun, with the final days of summer still present in the uplifting air. There were a few, fluffy, light gray clouds, with what seemed like an ever so ironic silver lining. It was the first day of all new classes, and the gravel, dry, still crunched beneath footsteps as the quiet sound of birds chirped on into the afternoon, and the repetitive patter of the fountain rang off the rocks near the classroom.

It was finally the last class, of the first day of the semester, and most everyone was seated and ready to begin the first days class. One student walked in a tad bit late, and had to sheepishly slip into the only seat available. He quickly apologized to the teacher and flashed a sly smile to one of his best friends. Aside from interrupting class, this seeming occurrence had no real effect on any particular life in that room. The student appeared to be reserved, and not out of the ordinary. Perhaps he had a few telling features, green eyes, dark hair, handsome and in good health, although not incredibly tall, muscular, portly, or memorable.

The class seemed interesting enough, much different than the previous attempt this student had at the same subject. A new semester, new perspective, and new goals in store. As the lecture dragged on, the student had a chance to look around the room, glance at each face and notice each and every persons unique aspects, and mannerisms. He noticed a few people that he already knew and flashed a glance and went on to the next person. Not the most interesting bunch of people he had ever seen, but seemed like a relaxed enough environment. As the last fifteen minutes approached he did notice one particular person. She was cute, not the normal cute, but something more eye catching and unique. Beautiful black hair, soft skin, deep brown eyes, and a cute button nose. Petite and quiet, she didn’t seem to look around much, as he did. Most everyone in the room he had seen in the year prior, but her, she was new and sparked an interest, nothing out of the ordinary, but more a small ember floating in the wind. Every guy in the room noticed her that day, her sweet smile, low cut white shirt with a light sweatshirt over it, and eye catching earrings.

Class ended that day, and they both went upon their merry ways, to return to their rooms and enjoy the rest of the day, with little to no work due anytime soon. There was no locking of eyes, nor was their an exchange of a smile, or a simple hello shared. Both of them had experienced what appeared to be a normal day, a new start to another semester, and both anticipated a simple semester, full of homework, and the typical day to day just like every other semester. Little did they know that, the fact that he arrived late would forever change the course of their lives.