Time Well Understood
Whoever said, “love works in mysterious ways,” didn’t know what they were talking about. Anyone who has ever been in love, or come close to being in love, which simply means ‘you were and didn’t want to admit it’, knows that love doesn’t work …it just is…
We spend countless hours contemplating who the perfect one is… and when we meet someone, we compare them to that image, assuming the role of hind-sight. Hate to break the news to you, hind-sight and fore-sight aren’t interchangable. Sometimes, well, most of the time, a great thing is staring you dead in the face. Often it’s the people you already let close to you that’re perfect for you.
For women, it’s most often the men that take your pain to heart and chop at the bit to defend you. It’s those guys that respect your friendship so much, they’ll go to a number of lengths to protect it, even if it means settling for someone who means less to them than you do.
For men, often women don’t act. It isn’t within social constraint for them to do so… it is you initiative. If you want her, it’s your job to get her.
…now mix the two together…
can you see a degree of impossibility?
[taking a few steps back] …and I can only speak for men, as I am one, or like to call myself one
Contentment in one’s self is key, only loathing that you, like all others, can’t utilize hind-sight before it becomes hind-sight. You need to man up, be confident, and no, not in your ability to bag a hott date. You need to know that you can carry the world atop your shoulders because when you take on the task of a woman, sometimes they might need those shoulders to carry even more. With every human being comes a different interpretation of the world, thus comes a whole nother world, ending with “a man’s shoulders being strong enough to carry his and that of his love.”
Personally, I rest-easy in knowing I am a mna unto myself. I’ve grown to see myself as one-in-infantesimality. The world will never know me, nor will I ever know enough of it to be consider it even miniscule, but I will leave a mark that’ll stand the test of time. Simply put, I can’t help but know that my life means something, whether to you, or another, most certainly to me. I am content with who I am, who I have been, how I have become the man of today, and who I will sooner and later be.
With or without love… I am, and will always love.
