This was a comment made by one of our readers on this post: New bed new beginning about 2 years ago, there are some beautiful words and messages about the wonder and power of love that I would like to re-share – as a prelude to Valentines Day (don’t forget!):
For reasons best known only to me, I feel that I must cautiously reveal only a little snippet about me and I do so hope that will be enough to satisfy your curiosity. Well here we go…. As you may have guessed I am in the medical profession, and my specialty, is believe it or not, involved in mending broken hearts. However, although our profession is part of who we are, our life explains how we got to where we are. From a point in perhaps my late teens I flippantly lived my life in the proverbial fast lane, refusing to stay left, except when overtaking those who rudely blocked my path to self destruction. I had an insatiable desire for all things fast and the ultimate associated rushes. Unfortunately, my prize remained always just beyond my grasp and each of my subsequent highs required more risk than the one which had so stupefied me previously. Then one glorious day I had an epiphany! I realised that I although I though I was winning the rat race I was still nothing but a mere dirty rat! Although I always wanted to be somebody, I realised, almost too late, that I should have been somewhat more specific! Although I loved many things, I was only being loved for what I had and only loving for what I could get. Although some surmised that jail may have been the ultimate outcome for my previous behaviour, I now realised that by far the the worst prison would be a closed heart and unrequited love. For all my trinkets, toys and trophies, I realised that although there are many things in life that will catch your eye, only a few will ever catch your heart….so that is what I pursued. I was not naive enough to think that I could miraculously transform over night, but by turning to my skill of getting what I want I realised that I could use it for good, rather than evil and even with only a very small degree of hope it was more than sufficient to cause the birth of a love of life.
Fortunately for me, and only just in time, the mighty universe decided that I was a soul worth saving and I won the lottery of life when it quite suddenly delivered to me the most wonderful of angels, one that even god himself could not even dare to envisage. Til now I did not even believe that angels existed, let alone be so incredibly damn funny, understand my complex thought processes or look better in a pair of short shorts than Daisy Duke (forgive that Neanderthal comment but they do evoke a somewhat primitive male instinctive response). Although our circumstances dictate that we cannot spend 24/7 in each others arms, I have to believe that absence diminishes any mediocre passions and increases the extraordinary ones, as a strong breeze will extinguish a candle but fan an inferno.
My new found passion has manifested itself in an hitherto suppressed love of the arts, music, painting, writing and, of course, those who create such masterpieces. Rather than the commercially tainted works of the popular artists, I am deeply intrigued by blogs! I quite literally stumbled upon Shaz’s blog when it was still very much in its infancy and have watched her style develop and her confidence increase over a very short period of time. I awake each morning and even before coffee I check for her latest literary contribution – the advantage is being in an opposite sleep/time zone. Please forgive me if I am wrong, but given your propensity for commenting on Shaz’s blog, if only somewhat briefly, I detect the existence of many wonderful thoughts in your mind? I encourage you to set them free in the safe environment of anonymity. Take it from me it feels gooooooooood! and frees our mind from the the burden of unrequited expression to focus on the other daily little things which we must deal with face to face. I invite you to whimsically comment on Shaz’s posts, show your deep affection for them, come live a while in that part of my mind that appreciates the talent of others and acknowledges them, for there is no rent to pay there. At the touch of love everyman becomes a poet. A deep study of and appreciation for someone’s special qualities, leads to affection and I believe that CS Lewis said “affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives”.
I must go now and prepare for my next adventure – a Sabbatical Cruise
My last thought for the day:
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage”.