Life is hard. One of the sad realities is that we are often lonely souls, even when we are surrounded by other people. We are born alone, unless we are a twin, or a triplet, or a quadruplet. We also die alone, unless we are part of a multiple catastrophe like a plane crash, natural disaster, etc., that takes a lot of people at the same time. But, you get the point. We are individuals. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes… I’ve heard all this bullshit before. What I’ve learned in my nearly 46 years on this rotating ball of iron is that we are social beings and we need interaction with other humans, with other souls, and no matter what we achieve in this life, gain or lose, it’s our faith, hope and love that matter most. The rest are the non-essential details.
Sex, money, fame, success, the American dream, etc., all of it is bullshit if we don’t have faith, hope, and love. Sex alone is fucking boring (pun intended). Sex with someone without love, is even worse, it’s empty and does nothing to abate the loneliness inside the soul and attacks the love we have for ourselves. Money and all the things it can buy is powerless because it can’t buy love, respect, or faith. I love having money, for the purpose that I can spend it making the people I love happy, or providing what they need, or being there for them if they need me. If there’s no one to spend my money on, it has no value. Yes, I need a roof over my head, food in my stomach, and clothes on my body to keep me warm or covered. Basic essentials are important and it takes money to supply those needs. But, possessing those things isn’t living, it’s surviving. Surviving is natural, and some of us do it better than others. Some of us are lazy, stupid, and immature and surviving becomes a major importance in life – but what do we strive to survive for? I’m not living so that I have somewhere to sleep, food to eat, or somewhere to lay my head. I don’t want to eat to live, I want live to eat. I want to see the world, but I want to see it with someone who will enjoy all the places we go. Like Whitney said, I want to dance – with somebody. I want to laugh – with somebody. I want to cry – with somebody. I want to dream – with somebody. I want be someone’s cheerleader and share in their successes. I want to be a shoulder they can cry on when their world starts closing in on them and squeezing their hope. I want to have someone I can come home to and share all the exciting or boring things that happened that day. Life is meant to be shared. Love is meant to be shared.
I have been hungry, homeless, and in need, but I’ve never been helpless, or lazy, and I know how to survive. I have loved with my whole heart, and it’s been broken so many times. I have many people who love me and care about me, but I’m lonely, my faith is weak, and my hope dies a little more every day. I have to encourage myself. I often feel unnecessary, lost, and unwanted by this world, most often forgotten. At times I don’t want to be here anymore because I’ve lost purpose, direction. I’m not wanted or needed and I know the world would keep turning without me in it. But inside, deep inside, there is a soul that clings tightly to her faith. Oh, I get angry and feel betrayed by that faith, but don’t you see – those are all evidence that it’s still there. You don’t get angry at what you don’t believe. It’s because I believe so deeply that I get so angry. There’s a soul that holds tightly to hope, a hope for a better tomorrow, a hope for peace, a hope for love, a hope for purpose. And that same little soul is wrapped in love; love for a hateful and selfish world, love for a beautiful and kind world, love for those who’ve already gone, those who are right in front of her, and even for those she’s yet to meet.
Sometimes I lose focus and allow that loneliness to consume me, the pain of it to engulf me, and I make bad decisions, do rash things, put myself in harm’s way, and fight the thoughts of giving in and giving up. I want to, but I fight back. I put on my smile – my armor, my shield, my sword. I focus on the positive. I give thanks for the souls that are in my life and who take their time to listen, to let me know they care.
Yes, one day I will die and leave this place behind. The ONLY things that will matter when I’m gone is the love I left behind. That’s it. NOTHING ELSE matters. When James died, all he left me was love, and it’s gotten me through so many years, so many tears, so many times. Just a little bit of love. I’ve done some AMAZING things with that little bit of love. Imagine what I could do with a little bit more, fired by my faith, and infused with my hope?
Take all the sex, money, fame and success and all those materialistic and vain things people kill, betray, and abuse themselves and each other to obtain… and shove them up the world’s proverbial ass. Give me faith – faith in myself, faith in God, and faith in my friends. Give me hope – something to chase, something to strive for, something of value to achieve. And give me love – the binder of all things. With these three things I will conquer the world and myself, and the devils that whisper in my ear that I’m unnecessary, unwanted, unneeded, and unloved.
Faith, Hope and Love. 1 Corinthians 13 (NIV)
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, and I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Till next time,