A Midnight Rambling. A post Card From My Psyche. ( Archived) (12)

What do we want ? What have we had ? Loves and infatuations, romantic thoughts about the cashier in the supermarket, the guy that fixes your car. Images on life's screen. Replays of our great moments at times in our lives. That all encompassing drug called love. Do we need it ? Apparently so. We spend a lot of time doing stuff that we think defines us and fulfils us. Jobs, careers, hobbies. I've learned to live without someone to love. It's fine for the most part, but at times I miss it so much that my being aches. It all seemed so easy many years ago, meet, fall in love, promise each other that it will last for an eternity, then for so many different reasons, it's all gone. So here we are again, (many of us) like a junky finding his next fix. So many souls fragmented and looking for the pieces that will fit. A universal jig-saw puzzle that's all one colour. Hard to find the right pieces isn't it ? Just my thoughts at this moment in time. Paws

here is your hug and no matter what always remember you are a good man

I just want some roasted nuts and a Beer there paws tonight.. dang....

In Girl Scouts we made frames out of puzzle pieces and framed the people we loved then and being young girls the people(hot guys)we would someday be married to ha ha. Well I think those pieces fit just fine. Who cares where you put your pieces as long as you know it's love and who cares if forever only lasts until you go on to the next activity patch.
All for the midnight rambling thing. Kiddo's asleep and mom's still working.

Thought this might be more music quotations, but it doesn't have much to do with the Rolling Stones' song. That Midnight Rambler had plenty of work to do to keep him busy. And love didn't have much to do with it, except the love of mayhem.

Love. There's a subject. Can't live with it, can't live without it. Or is it just a post-Renaissance illusion? Did it exist for most people when our ancestors were mere peasants working the fields 16 hours a day all year long? When folks lived in tiny villages where everyone knew everything about everyone else and families of twelve or more lived in one small room along with any animals they were lucky enough to own. When babies were made, had and died right in the middle of everything else.

Today, we talk about it all the time in ways that tend to indicate we understand very little. Media have encouraged us to take it for granted on the one hand and to be desperate if we don't have it on the other. We all need affection and care to be healthy, of course, at least as children. What we find as adults is another story. But how many people are really adults? The 'loves' and 'losses' are mostly illusion, don't you think? Wouldn't things work a lot better if we took our time and knew who we were before trying to make a life with another who doesn't know, either? Isn't most of this upset preventable?

Dbert, once again, your insight is crystal clear. You ask how many of us are adults ? I would say maybe, 5% of the world's population. As for me, I look like and appear to be an adult, yet I know I'm just a child and a lost one at that. Immitating an adult (define adult) seems easy enough within western cultures, where the media gives us direction. The blind leading the blind. Be well my friend. Paws

Thanks Z, a HUG to you and yours. Love. Paws

As dbert said, there was a time when people had little opportunity to be lonely.

They were living in extended families and working hard for food and shelter.

Now, with travel, the industrial revolution and the quest for filling our pockets with more than the basics, we seem to have less intimacy available.

So we feel alone and have an empty place within ourselves which we try to fill as quickly as we can.

I don't think love and the elusive "soulmate" is the answer for filling the void.

I think the answer is being happy in our own lives and sharing our lives and love with others as best as we can.

I ponder many times why people are content to remain year after year in less than happy, unrewarding relationships when it could be otherwise and wonder whether people suspect that relationships are even capable of changing, growing and providing us with extraordinary dividends of love, warmth and security.

Maybe we should question if we are aware of the fact that love can nourish us like no other form of interaction.

A positive, long lasting love to me gives life the most fundamental meaning.