When I was younger, I had vivid dreams of one day becoming a knight in shining armor. Now, I wish it to be known that I was not searching for a damsel in distress. I wanted to be a knight in shining armor because I aspired to be more than my childhood experiences afforded me. As I grew older, life happened. I experienced things in rapid succession that no child or young adult should ever experience. My mother always told me that the things that don’t kill you will make you stronger. She was right. Inversely, either she didn’t want to say it, or she never quite accepted it, but as I grew stronger, I also grew colder. The word Love may as well have been spelled W-E-A-K. Because I prided myself on my strength, anyone or anything that diminished or threatened my need to feel strong never had an extended stay. I was strong on the outside, yet I found myself hollow on the inside. As I have written before, I will write again; there is a distinct difference between making love and having sex. I believe that making love feeds the soul while having sex feeds the flesh. For most of my young adult life, I had sex. Honestly, I sometimes had a seemingly insatiable appetite for the flesh of beautiful young women. However, unbeknownst to me, it was my soul that needed to be fed. Again, it was my soul that needed to be fed. It took me years before love fed my soul. After I found my soul completely full, I found myself reflecting on the many broken hearts that I left in my past. Did I skew their version of Love? Were they able to quickly recover from the carnage of our affairs as easily as I could? More importantly, did they love me as I lusted for them? Unfortunately, the answers to these questions may never be known. Sadly, for me, in order for my heart to completely work, it had to be broken. It had to be really broken. It was. After I began to heal from the breaking of my heart, I allowed the light of the possibility of love to enter. When I did, the ice around my beating heart that once made me feel strong began to melt. It was then that I began to wonder. What happened to happily ever after? Today, I find myself in the presence of so many people who profess that they would rather be alone than take a risk at finding true love. (At least this is what they say publicly. Who knows if it’s actually true.) I see them taking exotic trips with friends brandishing beautiful smiles and lovely drinks. I see them adding to their collection of possessions brandishing beautiful smiles and friendly faces. I see them. While I can’t speak for them, I can openly and honestly speak for me. Me, I NEVER wanted to spend the rest of my life alone. Me, I wanted to find someone to help me decipher the confusion of my heart. I wanted to find someone that I could really talk to rather than at. I wanted to be my authentic self rather than my better self. I wanted to be, well, all of me. I really wanted that. It took me quite some time to get to that point, but I was able to finally get there. When I did get to that point, I began to understand that the little boy that still lives inside of me still believes in happily ever after. I don’t want a house anymore. Today, I want a home. Houses are filled with beautiful possessions while homes are filled with love. Today, I want to really travel. Sure, I’m interested in exotic places. However, with the right person, a trip to Target can feel like an adventure. Today, I desire wonderful experiences more than fancy expenses. I sincerely believe in happily ever after, and I also believe that despite my past, I will have it. I truly wish that as a society, we could get back to love. I miss the days of begging love songs. I miss sappy movies with happy endings. I miss the days when holidays meant spending time with family and friends more than it did spending time at the mall or on Amazon. (No shade to Amazon. Honestly, I LOVE Amazon!) I miss the days when love was a thing. To you, I’ll say to believe in happily ever after too. This thing that we call life is so short. It’s so finite. Enjoy the ride of your life. If someone broke your heart, the truth of the matter is that their key didn’t work. Using the wrong key on the wrong lock is painful. If you loved someone more than they loved or even liked you, at least for a brief period in time, your heart was full. This means that it can be full again. To you, I’ll say that there is someone beneath the same sky that you stand beneath that is a perfect fit for you. Please believe in love again. In doing so, you will find your happily ever after. Please believe in love again…..Patrick
As always, this week, please do something for someone other than yourself for no other reason than to make their lives better. Also, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. Always Choose Love Because Love Changes Everything.