Dec
11
no one is to blame
Steve is a fisherman. His boat is his prized possession. It is the source of his livelihood as well as where he spends the bulk of his recreation time.
One day while fishing he hooked a big one. Perhaps THE big one. Truly a monster from the depths. As he struggled to land it he became aware of a disconcerting reality; it might be too much fish for his vessel.
The shadow of the beast started to come into view and he realized that he could never get it into the boat without risking being capsized.
You can look at the menu, but you just can’t eat
You can feel the cushions, but you can’t have a seat
You can dip your foot in the pool, but you can’t have a swim
You can feel the punishment, but you can’t commit the sin
“When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.”
~Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Forget the fisherman thing. Steve is actually a gambler. Eking out a living playing the odds amidst bright lights and the relentless cacophony of slot machines.
Wait, that doesn’t sound right either. The tip-off was the word cacophony. Is there a worse word in the English language? Caco -borrowed from Greek, combining form from kakós “bad, of poor quality, worthless, low-born, unsightly,” of uncertain origin, and phony – not true, real, or genuine : intended to make someone think something that is not true.
You can build a mansion, but you just can’t live in it
You’re the fastest runner but you’re not allowed to win
Some break the rules, and let you count the cost
The insecurity is the thing that won’t get lost
“When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on–series polygamy–until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.”
~Tom Robbins
Actually Steve is a wrester. Someone who grapples.
No he’s not.
No more than any of us are.
You can see the summit but you can’t reach it
It’s the last piece of the puzzle but you just can’t make it fit
Doctor says you’re cured but you still feel the pain
Aspirations in the clouds but your hopes go down the drain
“At the end of the day, you have two choices in love – one is to accept someone just as they are and the other is to walk away. There is no in between. There is no bartering, bargaining, expecting and falling short in love. There is just choosing to be there or to not. Anything in between is a tired, self-interested excuse for love.”
~Heidi Priebe
Poor Steve.
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