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Sometimes we forget ourselves....and that is the problem
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Sometimes we forget ourselves....and that is the problem Along time ago in a galaxy far.....oh wait it was in this galaxy, in this planet, in this country, in this state, in this town there lived a girl that thought that she knew what love was. She thought that she knew that she loved her parents, that she loved her sibling, that all she needed was to find that man that would make her life perfect. One day she meet a boy that said he loved her, that did all the cool things that make a girl swoon. Flowers, chocolates, meeting the parents, fridaynight date night,even going to church, all the things that she thought she needed but one. So when he asked to marry her, she said yes with joy and antisapation, totally forgetting that there was that one thing that just wasn't kosher,that little thing that besides how could that one thing realy be that important, you can't love people in slices. Then one day that one thing just wouldn't seem to go away, thats all that he could talk about, thats all that he wanted. She thought well "I love him and I want to make him happy. He does seem so stressed about it that maybe, just maybe this one time before the wedding will be ok. The big thing as you guessed it was 'what about sex'. The girl wanting to be a good, straight forward honest person had told him that she wanted to wait for marriage long before the talk of marriage had even come up, but if she was going to marry this guy than what was the big deal. What she didn't know was that this fella had had other plans for them. HE did care for her but that he knew that he was young and wanted to experience anything he could to know to learn about the world, and most definatly didn't enclude marrage yet, what it did include was sex. So he had used the marriage idea to get her to be comfortable with him. He did try to respect her choices but he wondered how could she waste his manly time not understanding his needs. So he keept cuddling and asking if she was ready to experience all of his manly glory, after all they loved eachother and should be able to show it. She said one day 'Because I love you, and don't want to see you hurting, I will. Out of love she helped him, out of love he let her. But then a few days later his parents started to worry about the wedding, second guessing their choice, had told him that maybe they were going to fast, they were much to young to understand what they were doing. What the boy didn't say was that that suited him just fine, he wasn't sure that he even liked the girl anymore. That love spark that he thought he had somehow was fading, and for some reason that was all that the girl could talk about. The girl on the other hand had been filled with such an exitement that she didn't know what to do. She now KNEW that he loved her and that they were going to be happy together. She had had that sinking feeling that something wasn't right but just couldn't put her finger on what it was, so decided not to worry. She walked up to him one day, the same as she had sence they had got together, to give him a kiss and his morning hug, but he pushed her away and said, very seriously, "My parents say that we can't go out anymore, the weddings off." He walked into his class and was gone. The girl as if she had been hit with a recking ball collapsed on the floor in shock... Many of us have heard and or went thourgh something similar and wondered how could they have ever thought that that person cared about them. The truth is these two did in their own way love eachother, so what happened did hurt both of them but they had no way of explaining it. Our culture has the habit of useing one word to discribe many things, in this case it is the word love. In ancient greek, the fathers of modern thinking decribed the concept of love with three seperate words... Eros - the physical and satisfying action of touch,it is most comparable to lust.(what pleases you). Philia - the love you feel for others such as family and family, nurturing and caring so long as it feels recepracated.(when they love you) Agape' - is when you care for the sake of others, whether they ever even notice that you exist.(in spite of, you are loved) I see so many situations in life that could be solved if everyone knew these little-BIG words. In the case of the above story lets examine how everyone involed LOVED each other.. GIRL-BOY: Eros and Philia GIRL-PARENTS: Agape' BOY-GIRL: Eros BOY-PARENTS: Eros and Philia PARENTS-BOY: Philia PARENTS-GIRL: Philia and Agape' I know that when I discovered these words how my heart actually was able to forgive and help me forget past hurts that I'v had. The above story is mostly a retelling of my first serious relationship with a few others thrown in. In telling this I hope that it may help those of you who are struggling with what LOVE is to be able to find your self again.I no longer hate this boy for what I thought he did to me, I no longer hate his parents for tell him what they did and I no longer hate myself for chooseing to sleep with him. I now know that we loved eachother in the best way that we could for how we understood love at the time. For love is the most important thing, the trick is to find that one person that loves us in the same way that we love them. Loveing(Agape' ) you all and wishing you a good holiday season. |
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Philia and agape I see, but find myself wishing for Eros in life. Seems like the same story over again doesn't it? How many times have we heard or lived these stories in our life? At least once per life it seems. Sometimes more. Yet without living this, we have not lived (or so we are reliably told). A paradox most wish to avoid just after having lived it. While I know I have broken hearts in the past, I know I never did with evil intent. I oftne reflect on those times and wonder if what I did at the time could have been done better to hurt the other less, and eventually always come to the same conclusion. The past is the past, and I cannot change it, but can try to live better in the here and now. On rare occasions, I am even able to do things right, but it seems those moments are always rare, even for the smartest. Thank you for sharing this, and the best of the season to you as well
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