Simply put: I have come to the conclusion that love has absolutely nothing to do with relationships. Any and every where I go, I hear the same story, time after time after time. You know what I am talking about to. Men and women minister the message of unconditional love, yet so many of them set conditions for the entire relationship process. For all of you who might be in denial, let me paint a picture for you.
Do any of these scenarios sound familiar? I only date women who are 5 ft something and petite. I only date females that are dimes. I only date women who are college educated. I only date men who have money. I only date men who wear the latest fashion, or are the best in bed. Am I getting warmer? Does any of this sound like love? Hell no it doesn’t.
Sadly, 99.9% of the general population doesn’t know the first thing about love. Francois de La Rochefoucald states, “True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.” Come to think of it, in my own life finding true love has seemed like playing the game of Where’s Waldo. Sometimes I have to laugh in order to not cry. The question I find myself asking myself over and over again is, “Why do I continue following same directions expecting a different destination.”
I feel like my damn GPS must be broken. Do any of you feel like that? I guess the first question I should ask is, “Do you know what my damn GPS is?” GPS stands for God Proven Sense. Have you ever heard the phrase, “Everything that glitters isn’t gold, or it’s a thin line between love and hate?” More than likely the answer is yes, yet how many of us have fallen for fool’s gold, or worse how many of us have tested how thin that line was? And this wasn’t the worst part. To make matters worse many of us ended up having an attitude about the whole entire ordeal even though in the back of our mind the alarms were going off? As the saying goes, “it’s all fun till someone loses an eye.”
In other words, I feel like our relationships can be summed up in one profound word. Bullshit!! Most if not all of my prior relationships have ended up like a game of hide-n-seek. For the most part no one ever wanted to seek, but every one wanted to hide. Hiding was always the easiest part. Usually hide-n-seek is played by several players who run off into various locations while one individual has to close his or her eyes and counts x amount of seconds off until he or she can begin seeking the hidden ones.
In my prior relationships, the players of this proverbial game of hide-n-seek were my heart, the young lady’s heart, and both of our emotions. Each and every day we followed the cycle of Tag you are it. One day she would do something really sweet for me, now I am it. The next day I would do something really sweet, and this nonsense would continue until one of us would grow tired of this childish game. We would grow tired because sometimes the other individual would pick such a good location that the person seeking would never find the hidden one. Sound familiar?
For the person hiding this would grow boring because the rush comes when the individual notices you, and you have to run for home base. There is nothing that compares to that adrenaline rush. Heart beating, arms pumping, and anticipation ensues as the hidden one tries to make it to home sweet home without being tagged. And that is how my relationships have been. The majority of the time was wasted on playing games rather than enjoying the company of this beautiful woman.
So I must ask again, what does love have to do with it? Sadly, when I was younger love had nothing to do with it. I was guided by lust and self-fulfillment. I don’t regret that, because that is just a part of the growing process. Ultimately, most men and women in this world never experience what I am looking for. I am looking for a love that never ends, has no boundaries, limitations, or words that can describe it. I want a love that even Steven Wonder can see. I want a love that defines what love has to do with it. Ultimately I want a love that yells, love has everything to do with it.
By the way, I am not naïve or a fool. I know that this kind of love takes work. I have never been afraid to get my hands dirty. I don’t have an issue with breaking a sweat, and there is something about being on a winning team. Something exquisite about sharing your blood, sweat, and tears with someone else who has the same goals, ideals, and ambitions no matter how different the approach.
In conclusion, I will leave you with a question. What does love have to do with it?