A Cynics’ Belief…

Even those that do not believe, believe in something, in the non existence of that which others believe in. Therein lies there belief.

Its harder for me to fall in love these days. Not impossible just harder. Time has taught me better. I do believe in its existence, I do not believe that it is at every corner.Like a precious stone I believe it is rare and beautiful, and found in the craziest of places. I do not believe that it is a feeling, foolishness has taught me better, Love to me is instead a choice. It is not perfection, it is however a choice to stay in the presence of imperfections. I do not believe it is like a bed of roses, I do however believe it is like a bed of roses with thorns as strong as steel. Bright days cannot prove its tenacity, cold dark days however can, its in those hard days when it truly shows its power. It is best tested by fire.

No such thing as a perfect being, I do not believe in perfect people, they will let me down at some point, we are all prone to human error. I do not believe in people being all bad, I do however believe that given a chance, anyone can amaze you and let you down all at the same time. Trust like love is a choice, both are very high risk investments, only trust requires a track record before it is awarded. I do not believe that another persons fairy tale can define mine, I do however believe that another persons fairy tale can inspire mine. I do not believe in time restraints, I do however believe that everything has its time and place.

Its harder for me to fall in love these days. Not impossible just harder. Simply because I understand that it isn’t child’s’ play. I understand that butterflies, like any other feeling will fade and return but a choice made will remain. To fall in love is a beautiful thing, to do it right is even better. Its harder for me to fall in love these days. Not impossible just harder, harder because to fall in love is to bare your soul, and you cannot bare your soul to everyone that comes along, where is the mystery in that?

Kukie

“Love doesn’t just sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.”

Ursala K. Le Guin

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