Learning
how to care
Friends.
Lovers.
Homeless.
Children.
Babies.
(those two are
separate, pinky promise)
Toddlers.
Youth.
(okay, now
maybe I’m just getting a little carried away and also a little wrapped up in
what leads me to the next one).
Memories.
Bleh.
The Nostalgia.
It aches.
Pounding inside my heart.
Wah, but what can I do.
Desensitizing is the most enticing.
But is it that the answer? Closing
off all doors?
Living life with eyes closed?
Afraid to feel?
No. No. No. I tell ya. Why… I would much
rather any other option that that. Even if it’s painful, and messy like a
sloppy joe-- that’s life. And I say,
give me a double-double; supersized.
Insanity!!
So, I ask myself friends. Is
caring a bad thing?
No.
Is caring too little a bad thing?
Yes.
Is there such thing as caring too much?
Possibly.
So obviously the answer is somewhere within the question. If we can care too much and we can care too
little – but caring is essentially a good thing – well then, we
must find the balance in how much one should care to remain thoroughly emotionally
intact for when reality doses you up with a tall glass of growing pains.
The biggest lesson to learn is that, as a caring person by nature, I
can’t have greater expectations for someone than the amount of concern I’m
willing to exert.
For the equation to be balanced:
I must even out my expectation by my amount of
care
(How much effort I'm willing to devote = my expectations)
Before you give up, ask yourself is there anything at all (usually
[aaaalllwwaayyysss] at least one more) that you can do to try and create peace
within the friendship?
Good news? God’s purpose
for that friendship, trumps my problems [aaaaaalllllwwwaaaayyysssss]
So don’t be discouraged.
Not all memories/people/emotions are meant to be. If it doesn’t work out
Don’t be sad, but understand there is a much much much expansive
landscape being painted with
Splatters of sunshine, and murky muddle all over. Because that’s what? That’s life.
So whether you’re wallowing in the wilderness, find the ability to
sing in the rain and dance in the downpour.
Because, well that’s life.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and
your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.
If you want to make sure of
keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal.
Wrap it carefully round with
hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements.
Lock it up safe in the casket or
coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless,
airless, it will change.
It will not be broken; it will
become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
To
love is to be vulnerable.”
―
C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
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