“The
best way to know God is to love many things.”
– Vincent Van Gogh
I used to be
very careful about where I set my attachments. Careful when choosing the mark,
and exact with the aim. Loving is not one, predatory movement, though. Loving
is a heap of heres and theres. Love sits us on a bathroom floor and makes us
think about it, when we should be in bed. Love puppets us to our feet on gray
mornings, and moves our arms and legs to gloomy coastlines – because the only
thing to think about is a person we love, when we look at the massive, heaving
sea.
I thought, for a
long time, that love was something adhesive. I was scared of it sticking me to
one house, or school, or person. But love is not going to corner us like that; when
we give it a place to stay, we find more spaces for it. We are thousands of
vacant rooms for love. We are halls, and tubs, and countertops for love. Without
it full-of-go and bustling inside us, we rot.
2014 is coming
to a close soon, and I love so many things. I love things more and I love them better
than I used to, and I’m not trapped. I have felt the freedom of loving many
things and I have made a home of myself.
"If nothing saves
us from death, may love at least save us from life."
– Pablo Neruda
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