“There are unlimited mysteries waiting to be discovered among our stars, within our atoms, and to everything between and beyond. Yet, the biggest mysteries of all are not anything that can be learned – they must be felt.”~ T.L. Gray
I’m a facts and figures nerd. I like to know how things work, where things come from, what are the results, reactions and consequences to every thing, every choice, every action. I try to see beyond the obvious and read between the lines. Needless to say – this has led to some great discoveries, but it’s also led to some painful truths.
But, it’s those other mysteries I can’t figure out. While I may not know all the secrets to the universe, and understand that I’ve only begun to understand this vast universe to which I’m a part, there are things within and around us that I don’t think will and can ever be defined – not in its fullness or entirety.
What are these undefinable facts, truths and mysteries? Faith, Hope and Love.
All three of the these things defy logic. They are as unique to each of us, as we are to each other – meaning that their meanings change from person to person, yet they still hold to some universal understandings. The very things that make us unique, our experiences, our culture, our personalities help shape and filter the understanding we each have of these three things.
I only want to focus on one at the moment… love. We try to set rules, boundaries, reasoning and logic… yet I find case after case, example after example of exceptions. I get it WRONG… all the time! Yet my failure to identify, explain, or justify doesn’t change the fact that I feel and experience it. It is most often the source of my greatest joy and my worst pain. It doesn’t apply to the situations I want. It feels what I don’t want it to feel, for who I don’t choose, when I don’t choose it. I have no control to turn it on or off, and even sometimes I don’t realize it’s been activated until an absence reveals what my mind never acknowledged.
Love has really caused some major difficulties for me lately. It refuses to leave a place that often causes me a lot of pain, and showed up unexpectedly somewhere else. I didn’t see it, would have vehemently denied it, but now that there’s an absence… a hole… I feel the empty vacuum, as if the earth has went off balance and my thoughts are muddled… and I have to say… it really hurts. Had I seen it, recognized it, acknowledged it, perhaps I could have made different choices. Someone recently called me stupid for some of the thoughts I have on love. I think they might be right. Now, that leaves room for the other two immeasurable mysteries to play a part… Hope and Faith. But whatever you do, don’t ask me to define them. I can’t.
Till next time,