~ PHILOSOPHICAL IMAGES ~
By ~Sharlet Liebel ©2011
A person’s philosophy is relatively simple. That is to say: whatever a man or woman believes is the ultimate truth, in that moment as personally divined, he/she grants him/herself personal righteousness. Beliefs become fact. So be it.
It isn’t as though I didn’t have the answer but, after five years of being drawn in and out of the relationship, I was curiously intent on an explanation. Somehow, there was no right way to ask the question. For the sake of getting my point out into the daylight of what appeared to be an afternoon soap opera, I inquired if he would feel less burdened if I were to find a more permanent partner. Apparently, five years had given him sufficient time to weigh whether or not he was willing to part with a sure thing. After a moment, I discovered his reluctant philosophy. He had several women he was seeing and however much he cared for them, he didn’t love them. He loved me. Now it was up to me to understand that he really loved me but he was not in-love with me. I must accept this love as a truelove. When I questioned why I didn’t feel loved, he reprimanded me that love had to be my way, the way I wanted it to be. He said he really loved me and I must accept it as truth.
Because I required a love with a man who wanted to spend time with me and who enjoyed being with me, I was sadly out of tune with the psychological implication of love beyond intimacy from an altered state of mind. I could not perceive through any of my senses nor appreciate the mystery in such a narcissistic approach to naked love. Love is without boundaries and with moralistic justification ~ strange. Still, I had never heard about such love. Here was a foreign philosophy. It was neither right nor wrong and it was wrought of this century. It was, after all, a reality in someone’s life. Here is where we parted company.
My philosophy about love is that it grows and the present and future of such love gets increasingly better. My partner’s belief revealed an unwillingness to invest in the future and that if perfect happiness didn’t work for two people, one might as well move on. At that, there was an inconceivable silence and the echo of sadness is the only sound I heard.
Speak to me of love. Speak to me of hope. Images begin in miniature and become enlargements as they are divined by you and me.