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when did love become about "me"?
there is a simple answer to that question:
it didn't.
the self-centered,
looking-out-for-number-one,
don't-let-them-take-advantage,
me-oriented crap
that people call love today
is why the divorce rate is as high
as jim morrison on overdrive.
the sly smile
underlining the wink and sparkle
suggests interest,
but it is bait.
you are being hooked into the program.
you will be looking for ways to please,
learning favorite foods and hobbies
while they figure out
how to make sure they get theirs.
they will miss all your effort to please
because they will be making sure you please them.
and you will NEVER be able to please them.
there are those who still know love.
by its nature,
love does not worry if you please it.
love seeketh not its own.
the joy and enchantment and magic of love
is that it opens your heart to pleasing another.
you get to believe in another's dreams.
you get to believe in another's heart.
you get to believe in something other than yourself.
my drug unit kids came to me in mass.
"john, we know you love and believe in us.
what we don't know
is why you love and believe in us.
no one else does."
those punks can so make this mountain man cry.
i always think it is the kids
who are doing me the favor.
for many,
it is the first time an adult has listened.
and they share.
can you imagine?
school reports and parents report
that they are kids without souls,
unreachable,
living in a drug haze.
and they open the doors
to hearts like you have never seen.
their dreams are vivid and alive.
they love deeply and richly.
and the only reason mom and dad miss it
is mom and dad are always mad.
"let us consider how to outdo one another
in love and good deeds."
love that works is so busy loving
that it doesn't have lots of time to worry if it is being "loved back."
wasn't it elementary school that we passed notes:
"if i liked you, would you like me?"
grown-up love is different.
there is more to say.
next time.
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