Differential Love

A river may feed a flower, but the flower feeds the river meaning of life.


When people ask me to describe myself, I always find myself looking for someone familiar to me, to give the description of me, to me. A little ironic right? But I'd like to think or just pretend I'm not alone in that particular aspect; if not; just humor me. Just smile and nod your head. For a moment; you'll be congruent with my quirky thinking process. I've been intertwined with myself for decades now. I should be able to give at least a couple of accurate or semi-accurate adjectives about myself. But I guess that would all be relative depending on how I felt.  


We all go through making connections and exchanging words, but does it ever mean a thing? There's a hope of, "Will I ever see you again?" (Sometimes) And other times we fall upon the reality of "Thank God I'll never see them again!" Words are powerful and actions are moving. The invisible thread woven through each one of us in those conversations are forever bounding. Menial or not, words are spoken into the atmosphere and can linger for centuries on. 


We all become immortal.


When we think of others, an emotion rises to the surface. It is a deep superficial exterior coating to the reaction of your actions. We will always remember how one made us feel. It is our feelings and emotions that help in allowing us to dictate our movement. We stay, go, walk toward, or run away. Either way it is an emotion that lead us toward that step. We can always find a characteristic that we admire or loathe in another. Whether negative or positive we take that with us and act upon that attraction. With every touch, there is a feeling. With every feeling, there is an internal movement. We remember. 


We will always recall upon that interaction and remember that feeling. It will move us into the direction that we've been wanting or waiting to stroll. That feeling is that push of courage. It feeds us the internal strength that we need to move the way we want, through what the universe said we needed to be tested through. It's the invisible thread we weave into another's backbone to help support their stance. Sometimes we bend to almost break that we find the fibers of that thread holding us together. Or even in the most severe cases we find that thread itself weaving us back together. We remember.


Our memories of another will always and forever remain; through story, word, and action. It's our hearts that feed the urge to share. For sharing is the most giving gift of all. Their lips will cause us to listen, and our feelings will tell us to move. We'll move to share and care in that same direction. We will all as a society move together as different entities tied by that invisible thread. Walking each in our path, marking a new; We remember.


Centuries have gone, and centuries will soon come to pass. Word of mouth will forever last and actions will constantly be cast. Our immortality is engraved in touching hearts. 


There is a reason to be careful. There is a reason why the adage; "Think before you speak" is engraved into our heads as we grow and develop. We need to become mindful of our movement. For our movement will intertwine with another and our threads are forever bounding. Forgetting something so deeply engraved is never a simple task. I've tried to forget, and have failed miserably that I gave up trying to forget. After many conversations, and after many healing threads; I've been able to twist that hurt into motivational memories. My stance is slowly becoming "steady" every now and then growing a little tired and weak. Except, I know the immortal bonds threaded in me will always help me find a way to be steady once again. There is a reason why it isn't intended to be forgotten. 


Act honorably so there is no reason to want to forget.






*** Dedicated to those who have loved me, hurt me, moved me, and pushed me. Thank you.