Super, Smashing, Lovely

If love is natural…. how come it’s in such short supply?

I am daughter, sister, mother, friend and me… readers of my blog will know I’ve spoken before about the me-ness that makes me who I am… but it seems that in my relationships with others that quality can get fudged or even forgot by the one person I should be able to rely upon championing it - ME! So urgent is my desire to be loved, appreciated and accepted that I am all too willing to set aside my own boundaries and sense of self… and increasingly it feels like I’m lying. But I don’t feel alone…. this elevator to hell is sure getting crowded…

The way I see it, we’re living in Shakespeare’s tangled web… a sinister fairytale, where each person projects appealing images of what we’d like to be like rather than what we are indeed like… lies are sprinkled as easily as icing sugar…. guilt transient and easily squashed by our vain brains… cause and effect of lying results in an increased ripple of insecurity.. which creates a second layer of projection… layer upon sickly layer of sweet personalities until it feels like I’m wading through treacle!… so depressing is this idea that I’ve even been trying to convince myself that its a figment of my imagination and not window dressing to mask the realities of honour and integrity. I’m beginning to feel conned and VERY unimpressed….

The more I ponder this the more I notice that life seems to be filled with a steady stream of lonely souls searching…some of them are clear in what they seek and others are blind but search all the same. Misconnected.. Misdirected… Misguided and often Mistaken… but it all adds up to the same thing… lovelessness… Ghandi once said ‘be the changes you want to see in the world’…. now I believe if people took that adage on board and lived their lives focussing on how they treat other people rather than how they want treated, then the world would not only be a more contented place but it would feel less lonely and loveless…. so my message to you all is this…..

“I really do think you’re great and I don’t wish to be rude, but I really do think you are vain of your good looks, elegant accomplishments, and the impression you make wherever you go. Whilst I might admire that you exert yourself, and think you are altogether fascinating, the ‘I come.. see.. and.. conquer - now love me you bitch’ air you put on, spoils it all for sensible people.” Now will you kindly STOP!