Frogs

Human nature is rather strange—I shall attest to it. We always want something that we think we don`t have--but we actually do. However give it a little time and simply psychology, things turn around. It is like ”pheromone” that gets secreted after a while, but like the words of Rumi to his beloved--it spells magic. It turns the  heart around, turns the mind around, turns the soul around with its vibration and intention—as stuff sinks in into the deeper levels of the psyche. Then,  as all is seen floating away, all is seen lost--then when it suddenly happens-the "aha moment" of full realization and the phenomenal impact of - "I was loved". The sad thing, often this understanding is picked up far too late—and one has moved on; then no-one is happy. The train has been missed—and contrary to all beliefs, the next one never comes, never shows up.
 

 A guy today made a profound statement regarding relationships;  "all women want Fabio", well in a guys case it`s a “super star diva” to walk through the door. We only get so many chances—far too few. Well it is there, underneath , in the undercurrent, this rare opportunity—takes time to  see it with special eyes, for all is transient. All is deep within. That is why everybody is in therapy—trying  to work things out, when all the time it is there right in your face. Then—when it vanishes—we think and live with all the regrets. In way, I have been immune—for I always played my card to the last hand when there was even the slightest murmur of love from my heart. Then –without an exception—at the end I am always ahead, and the guys were left in the dust crying into their beer of regret. 

This is why my heart has never been broken, I was always honest, forthright and sincere —True, I may have been momentarily stunned, as I was blasted from an unexpected direction—but  in every situation, with time, I was missed like summer rain. That for me has always been compensation enough—from all whom I loved. True, I haven`t loved that many—or said “I love you to”, but those still remember me with a warmth, passion and love.

That is a wonderful feeling—for all and every moment within that consciousness of time and space was meaningful, not wasted—so much is wasted these days. I now see all these clay footed people chasing unattainable dreams—unrealistic expectations, and not seeing the forest for the trees. They all want to jump out of the “fish tank” desperately. 

The honest truth is—few find what they are looking or rather what is in their imaginings—there, here  or anywhere. It is the greatest of blessing when one is loved.  That is the criteria—being loved is the only key, all else after fall into place, as night follows day. From which ever side; be that  from the point of view of the lover or the unresponsive beloved. The value on each end is the same--so is the loss as well as the gain if played fairly and to the end. There in this situation there are never any losers only winners.  Be it  a moment, for that moment becomes often an entire life time of reminiscence and love, feeding the soul for both.

The realization, or the awakening to it is the gift—and the gratefulness and appreciation; for in each situation people move at different speeds—but one should not fail to miss the mark when it is there, for once a point is stepped over, one cannot return. 

Moral of the story—Never miss an opportunity, exhaust it totally, bear it down to the bitter end, for you never know what you may find amongst the ruins and ashes. Remember the fairy stories like;  “The Frog Prince”, “Beauty and the Beast” and many even contemporary ones like “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”, “Phantom of the Opera”—where true love triumphs with time. Where one was loved deeply by an other, when the other was not in love at all, and with time came the greatest of reward; of being able to say to the other as if waken from sleep--,"I love you"—thus is the gift of love and the reward of patience.