Is love the answer?


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I experienced something of the "hate me, I'll always be in your mind" bit recently, when a friends wife, who had torn a strip off me without much real justification, was nonplussed when I met her and her husband at a market. She acted as though she felt uncomfortable, and looked away, whilst I had a pleasant chat with her husband.

However, I'd guess the "hate me, ..., in my favour", could go too far don't you think(?). :)
 
Looking for somewhere appropriate to post these:

Make Me Feel
by Mariah Chandan

Take my heart; I’ll give it with ease.
Take my hand and walk this journey with me.
Take these scars and heal them all up.
Take these fears and make them vanish when things get tough.
Take this smile and make it stretch so wide.
Take these arms and hold me oh so tight.
Take these feelings and make them real.
At the end, show me how to feel.


When I Die I Want Your Hands on My Eyes
by Pablo Neruda

When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me one more time
to feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep,
I want for your ears to go on hearing the wind,
for you to smell the sea that we loved together
and for you to go on walking the sand where we walked.

I want for what I love to go on living
and as for you I loved you and sang you above everything,
for that, go on flowering, flowery one,

so that you reach all that my love orders for you,
so that my shadow passes through your hair,
so that they know by this the reason for my song.


From Milk and Honey
by Rupi Kaur

most importantly love
like it’s the only thing you know how
at the end of the day all this
means nothing
this page
where you’re sitting
your degree
your job
the money
nothing even matters
except love and human connection
who you loved
and how deeply you loved them
how you touched the people around you
and how much you gave them
 
We've have similar acts in the U.S., most recently with the George Floyd protests, but also with the civil rights protests of the '50s and '60s where people risked arrest and bodily harm to help the downtrodden and underprivileged. Sometimes, people will do the right thing, even if it means sacrifice because it would be tough to live with yourself if you hadn't acted.

In my city the "peaceful" George Floyd protestors defaced our church and put bricks through the window of the synagogue next door. They sacked numerous businesses and drove many people who lived downtown away, probably forever.
 
Make Me Feel by Mariah Chandan
Take my heart; I’ll give it with ease.
Take my hand and walk this journey with me.
Take these scars and heal them all up.
Take these fears and make them vanish when things get tough.
Take this smile and make it stretch so wide.
Take these arms and hold me oh so tight.
Take these feelings and make them real.
At the end, show me how to feel.


When I Die I Want Your Hands on My Eyes
by Pablo Neruda

When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me one more time
to feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep,
I want for your ears to go on hearing the wind,
for you to smell the sea that we loved together
and for you to go on walking the sand where we walked.

I want for what I love to go on living
and as for you I loved you and sang you above everything,
for that, go on flowering, flowery one,

so that you reach all that my love orders for you,
so that my shadow passes through your hair,
so that they know by this the reason for my song.


From Milk and Honey
by Rupi Kaur

most importantly love
like it’s the only thing you know how
at the end of the day all this
means nothing
this page
where you’re sitting
your degree
your job
the money
nothing even matters
except love and human connection
who you loved
and how deeply you loved them
how you touched the people around you
and how much you gave them
I thought the poems above were all so we'll written, both simple and complex at the same time, if I can try to wax lyrical ! :)
 
In my city the "peaceful" George Floyd protestors defaced our church and put bricks through the window of the synagogue next door. They sacked numerous businesses and drove many people who lived downtown away, probably forever.

Would you feel different about George Floyd (and racism in general) if the protestors were actually peaceful?
Did the protestors' actions affect your thinking on any of the above?
 
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Showing a genuine concern for the good of others, with unselfish acts of kindness such as: compassion, caring, thoughtfulness, service, and other humanitarian and noble actions. Love is truly the most powerful force of life, it ignites our emotions, guides us in a positive light and brings meaning to our lives.
 
Love

Perfumed petals drift jealously through
The pain, while I weep beneath the
Ragged hand of love. The music of
Flowers crushed to my heart, embraced
By tears in this pale and tattered dance.
Beloved, all the music is you, wisps of
Melody seep below my skin, answering
The deep red beat. Flavoured kisses
Wrench away control like avid thorns
Seeking release. Oh, lift me up, and let
Me catch the night, falling into you.

Just finished this. 💕

So, yes, for me, love is the answer, in its myriad forms.
 
As I have said a few times I consider life without companionship to be empty, senseless, not worth living. Your poems' beauty is extremely painful to me...
I'm sorry if they've been too painful, (I've only discovered them because on another forum I use an American guy there seems to have found an almost endless supply of such wonderful poems).
 
Would you feel different about George Floyd (and racism in general) if the protestors were actually peaceful?
Did the protestors' actions affected your thinking on any of the above?

The nonviolent marches led by Martin Luther King were very effective in marshaling support for civil rights. The riots of the late 60s set that cause back for decades. So, yes to both of your questions.
 
The nonviolent marches led by Martin Luther King were very effective in marshaling support for civil rights. The riots of the late 60s set that cause back for decades. So, yes to both of your questions.

Shouldn't one have an opinion formed about reality without being affected by events happening or caused by people flawed or not?

I mean shouldn't one have an opinion on whether racism is or not a fact in the US without one's opinion being depended on protests and their development into peaceful or not?
 
OP and thread title say its this:

Is love the answer?

"Growing up a boomer in the "love" generation I may be prejudiced but I would have to say yes. At least, at this moment in time, the world could benefit from more loving and less hostility".
It all depends on what is loved.
  • Love of money causes all sorts of suffering worldwide.
  • Love of an ideology causes wars and violence.
  • Love of sweets and carbs causes obesity.
  • Love of a politician causes irrational behavior.
 
It all depends on what is loved.
  • Love of money causes all sorts of suffering worldwide.
  • Love of an ideology causes wars and violence.
  • Love of sweets and carbs causes obesity.
  • Love of a politician causes irrational behavior.
I agree with your argument that it depends, and too much self love might create trouble perhaps in folks minds, plus mindless adulation is a threat but irrational behaviour has more than one cause of course.
At the same time how rational would any of us be had we never had any love at all in our lives of any kind, so love in an answer there isn't it? :unsure:
 
I was raised by a borderline personality disorder mother. My mother could be a good mother. But when she flipped, her rages and abuse made mommy dearest seem calm.

There is a saying about borderlines and it's that the only child in the relationship is them. I was treated like a possession by my mother. My happiness didn't matter, my existence did. I don't want to get into it all. But my reasoning and resentment toward my stepfather is also because he never did anything to protect us against my mother. She abused him also.

These people who were supposed to love me didn't think of me. Deadbeat bio-dad. Mentally ill mother. Enabler stepfather. Jehovah's witness brother, jerk. Other brother a personality disorder and abuser himself.
I would say the offenders were also a product of what sounds like abuse and neglect. It is a circle I believe. It is a miracle when one can break the chain.
 


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