When Love is Not Enough

We’ve all heard the saying ‘Love conquers all’, and in many ways this is true. In love, you feel like the mightiest man or person on earth, you can move mountains, jump all bridges and face any adversity standing in your way. In love you say the darndest things, do the dumbest things and are often willing to become a doormat regardless of personal pride. With love your patience defies logic making you willing to go the extra mile. Love makes you stick with someone when circumstances all around tell you not to. Love makes you believe; Believe that everything will turn out alright, your truant child will come good, and the errant spouse will come home. That in itself is a powerful force that can really never be extinguished.
But, is there a time when love is not enough? Is it possible or even fathomable that love, wouldn’t get that partner off drugs, or get your man off the bottle? Can it get the other person to love you back, or get you out of an abusive relationship? What remains of a couple so in love but are unemployed and struggling to make ends meet? Possible disaster waiting to happen, unless someone’s fortune changes quick .

So when is love not enough? Love will not feed the kids, or pay the mortgage. Love may keep you, for awhile, with your partner when money gets tight. But even that has it’s breaking point. Love will not sustain an ill-prepared relationship.

Love will not change those tell tale unchangeable signs you see in the beginning of a relationship; Red flags people, if he is hitting you and can’t control his anger, that’s a no, no.

Love on its own will not resolve the issues with communication; Love is not a mind reader, you can’t tell what the other person is thinking by just staring into their eyes long enough (heart break for ‘Titanic’ and ‘Twilight’ fans). If you don’t express how you feel, the chances are the other person is not going to know how you feel.

Love will not put food on the table or put money in the bank; No matter how much love you profess, if some basic necessities are not being provided that relationship is seriously going to be under-pressure. Financial responsibility is a key factor here. It is prudent to know where or how the relationship would be financially sustained before you go ahead running to the altar.

Love will not guarantee a successful roll-in the sack; Yeah, he looks good, and she swings like Shakira, but there’s still something missing. It could possibly be that you are both basing your expectations on the wrong things (Yep, its time to chuck out that M&B, Cosmopolitan and Playboy mag), and what is needed is for both parties to rediscover yourselves, who you really are, what you want, and what really is important.

Love will not force its way on you, or on anyone. It has to be mutually accepted. It’s all fair, honourable and noble to stick around and not be appreciated, but in the long run the other person has to want you in return. You can’t force that, you can only hope on it. But if you get it back, then maybe, just maybe you’re on the verge of something that really has no limits.

The Pull

Ever had a seeminly irrestibile urge to do something under other circumstances you wished you'd rather not? The popular saying crooned by a pop icon " If it makes you happy, then why the hell does it feel so bad" comes readily to mind. The hunger is insatiable but constant, leaving a bitter sweet taste. Lust, might be the closest way to describe it but even the fabled vice is lost in comparison and doesn't quite cut it. It encompases all things intellect, sex, love-hate and spirituality(even the divine are not left out).

 It's common characteristic is its infectious, like a drug 'The Pull' is irresistible, it doesn't take no for an answer and your not ready to find out the alternative of not giving in. Often times in the frenzy your left with an ultimate high, often times it is quickly preceeded by an ultimate low. You strangely do and you strangeely don't. Its an emotion unparralled.

 Sometimes it's a still small voice that cannot be ignored, other times it's best ignored. It can make you do the unimaginable, the daring and the plain outwright silly. Who would have thought that a man after losing and falling short on a number of occasions would still fancy he's chances for the top job (Abe Lincon), yet others decide to plot a putsch even when its common knowledge that the Gaffer 'Top Boss' knows every thought, even those hatched in secret (ask our no1 fallen angel). It is neither vice nor fortune, or it can be both. It's 'The Pull'.

Requiem of a Poet

I used to write, once. Then, I dreamed about being a writer and I would write about almost anything and everything. Naïve exuberance they called it, then when I was a writer. There was a time that once I had started writing nothing could stop me until I poured out all of my soul and self completely. Anything was possible and there where no mistakes to be worried about, because I was writing for myself.

I had once heard that a good writer just picks up his pen and writes, the rest they say would become clearer as the pages pile up; which is kind of how I wrote my first book.

Though there a few of my colleagues that choose to take the more pragmatic approach, they insist on having the plot first before the story, a bit mechanical if you ask me, but well such is the life that they have chosen. You may have seen some of them, you know, the ones who go to the same restaurants, sit on the same chair and eat the same food.

To some, there is only one way of doing things, unanimous in one thing, the absolute of no choices and zero alternatives. Well, like I said, I used to be a writer once, the last bastion of true human freedom and creativity is not easily shackled unless you want it to.

Where indeed God’s word comes true that says “Ye are gods” because you can create a world and be anything you want it to be, or you can choose not to use your gift and allow not your mind wander to the artistic and creative and thus limit yourself to the mundane and structure of an already existing society. Purpose sometimes gives the writing life, or in an irony of itself takes it away.

Some write because that is their way, it is usually like this in the beginning, but then come the deadlines, the agendas, the kids and a mortgage. Suddenly you have a lifestyle you want to protect, and then you write whatever you need to write to protect it. Do you still decide the world you want to create or does your publisher now do that for you? Is it now about what is acceptable or about what is?

In a bid to be more commercial some may trade in the last stronghold of human freedom; their will and right to choose.

So, in the end as I lay- I leave this in memory of true incorrigible writ, and I hope it takes you farther than it did me.