bittersweet

This might be a little misjointed so bear with me, I'm giving my internal editor the night off. Lord knows he deserves a break.

To see someone you love upset or in pain is very difficult. To see someone you love uncontrollably upset is devastating. It's almost as if you want to take on some of the pain for them, carry some of their burden. Emotional pain is harder to deal with than physical pain, because it can't be treated with a band-aid, a cup of hot cocoa and a smile. I can't say I've ever been in love; lust yes, love no. (Actually I was positively giddy over this one girl I knew a long time ago. I told anyone who would listen that I loved her. Except her. Let's call it puppy love.) I am a bit of a romantic however, as bizarre as that may seem to anyone who knows me. But I've seen the debris and destruction left in love's wake. And I can't say its a great advert for the "happily ever-after" fairytale we all seek. Love is a battlefield.

How else can you explain the fact that dozens upon dozens of so-called self-help gurus ride the top of the bestseller charts, peddling their Dalai Lama-"isms" and new-age bullshit to their eagerly awaiting public? Has anyone ever understood a full sentence written by Deepak Chopra? What's that Deepak? I should spread my wings like a butterfly and soar above my troubles? You have got to be f'n kidding me Deepak. I agree that introspection is helpful, hell I'll even admit that meditation has its uses. But a bookful of poetic phrases is not the answer to all of life's ills. Take a breath of fresh air once in a while, smell the proverbial roses. Eat more fruit. Exercise. It may not be poetic but it's a good start.
peace.
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