Putting your heart out there...

Well it's liable to get, burned, stabbed, pissed on, eaten, munched, boiled in the thickest oil known to man, slapped around, buried, lost, found, exterminated, stolen by mystical hobgobblings from an alternate dimension unknown even to stephen hawkings, and probably a bountiful amount of other great things may happen to your heart. But you know, it's always always always worth the risk. Being hopeful can be terribly hard when your tender blood pumper is flushed down the pooper. But hey, there is a time and place for everything however painful it may be.

I've found in recent days that:
"I may be strong but I am much more insecure and weak."

And aren't we all? I hate to be the judge for all of humanity but it really seems to me that this must be the case. Otherwise people would be robotic happy machines. No one wants to go to bed with a robotic Happy machine do they?

So what am I talking about, anyone who is reading this must be wondering... Well first and foremost I think the general response would be Joe has lost his marbles. But maybe I have taken the marbles, and am diving into them with an electron microscope and smashing them in an emotional particle accelerator? Hmmm? what do you think about that?

I am been thinking a lot about an idea that is summed up neatly...
"The rift of love..."

Always bringing it back to my concept of how human love is always, always, always failing. So here is the situation. So say you are desperately in love with someone. (Whatever our feeble minds may consider love.) You pour yourself out there, it's all on the table. Some how you feel that the person you are in love with can completely understand what it is that is on that table. You hope and yearn that he/she is taken in by it's beauty and subsequent perfection. However it feels they might be missing something, it feels like they might be missing a few pieces and when one piece is missing the would building goes tumbling down.... HOW WHY???

Because we are not perfect, we cannot love, we cannot EVER see eye to eye.

Why do we doubt so much when we are smitten? Well that's the case I am dealing with. I am so in love I don't want to believe it's there, I want to doubt it, I am want to smash it and pick up the pieces and see what the make up was of the item in my hand.

I try to tell myself to have faith in love, as a devoted believer in love. I pray to love, I ask it to tell me its deepest darkest secrets and it remains silent like a cry out to God with no reply. But like a religion it is a battle won on faith alone. If you had faith like a mustard seed, you could move a mountain... So I am convinced that we have to battle everyday to believe in love. The greater the doubt, the greater the devotion, the greater the pain, the greater the happiness......

Live in compromise because there is not room for black or white. But don't let compromise overtake your soul, always look at it as a stranger, and tell him that he doesn't belong... And when he comes wondering back do the same thing. He may kick and scream but that's what he was made to do.

LOVE, The air you breath, the food you eat, the people you touch, the guitars you play, the friends you meet, the shooting star you see, the shoes on your feet, the people who stole your car stereo last week, the bill collectors, the chair you're sitting in, the laptop you're typing on, the phone that will one day give you brain cancer... Love, your mind, cultivate creativity, learn, and most importantly SHARE.

-LOVE JOE.