Love
1997. Watching The Orb play in the dance tent in Glastonbury Festival. After “Little Fluffy Clouds,” a young woman turned around and asked if I could hug her. We hugged for a moment and then continued dancing. We walked around for a while. She told me she was so excited earlier and so alone that she had to hug someone, and I looked harmless and I had kind eyes, apparently. We met her friends. We ate fries. Her name was Joe. She was studying in a college in Canterbury. We walked for hours in the warm June evening, surrounded by love. In the end, we hugged again and kissed and said goodbye.
I’m happy it didn’t go any further because it was so special and so uniquely perfect. But on the other hand, if we see love in front of us how dare we let it go? Two months later I met my American Honey and this time I held on.
Maybe love is the key to happiness rather than a goal in and by itself. Of course, I don’t know anything about anything, so there’s a good chance I might be wrong. Maybe love is the goal, and happiness is found in serving love. I digress.
8 comments:
I want to go to a festival.
I am in love, and I am happy. But I don't think either of them (love or happiness) should be goals.
Those dogs are precious and that bed looks mighty comfortable.
Growing up, love was the most important thing in the world for me. I don't know if that's because I was influenced by some movies or books, or because I needed acceptance, or because love is the most important thing in the world. And happiness was finding love. But of course no one knows what love is (or what our goals should be, now that we've learned there's no god to live or die for).
That bed could have been more comfortable if it weren't for the two big dogs kicking us all night. But it would have been much less fun.
I don't view love as the most important thing. Probably because I have lived without it for so long. In fact, I believe that if I were not in love in the near future, that I would move on in the way I would have to move on if I just lost a loved one (due to death or something.)
But I also have been told that I have to "feel" more. Eh.
It's funny. I mean, I don't know what's wrong or right, and as I said, it's probably all due to the movies I've seen and the books I've read growing up. Or maybe it's just a need for accpetance that has created the person I am today.
Happiness is that song, Little Fluffy Clouds, I love it, haven't heard it in ages!
Happiness also is realizing that the monsters under your bed have taken the night off...
Yep. That song still makes me happy.
Happiness may be learning to live in peaceful co-existence with the monsters under the bed.
love is everything........
it heals us and holds us and comforts us and confuses us and berates us and made us and will take us all eventually.
so it`s everything.
and i think you do get poetry.
Dr., Thank you for that. Maybe you're right about poetry (and I know you're right about love). Maybe I just don't have patience for metaphors? But when something so complicated can be described in three simple lines, maybe poetry does have a point.
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