Behind the Net Curtains.
Monday 10th June 2013. Nearing a 1st Year Anniversary
THIS POST IS NOT DIRECTED AT ANYONE OR ANYTHING DIRECTLY, IT IS PURELY MY SADNESS AND EXPERIENCES OF ONE’s LIFE JOURNEY. SORRY IF IT OFFENDS ANYONE. ANY RESEMBLANCES ARE NOT INTENTIONAL.
In these sad days, with all the trouble within our world, why is it we still find it in ourselves to hurt each other. Especially the ones we love. I could make this into a post that should be on my sister blog BTH [Bring Them Home], but will not do so. I have titled this Behind the Net Curtains, because what do we really know about people. Let us take for example, the average couple, everyone sees them as made for each other, the perfect couple. What they, in public, talk about and the picture that they portray. Many relationships are not what they seem, I have first hand experience of this. There are many shop windows, but not everything on show is genuine. A loving vision made for each other couple.. But are they really?
‘TRUE LOVE DOESN’T HAVE A HAPPY ENDING’ ♥♥♥♥
‘BECAUSE TRUE LOVE NEVER ENDS’ ♥♥♥♥
One of the most common (and most frustrating) relationship dynamics that we hear about is couples who feel emotionally wounded by each other on a regular basis. They both love each other, and want to stay together, yet they keep hurting each other through verbal abuse, physical rejection, taking each other for granted, betraying emotional trust, or bringing up the most vulnerable topics from their partner’s past. This is a such a common phenomenon that it became the focus of the famous 1944 song by Allan Roberts and Doris Fisher, “You Always Hurt the One You Love”, with a bizarre last line:
So many meaningless words, spoken with an empty heart. But are they, or are they just misguided or misunderstood. Lacking of experience, can be said, which might be true, but to love someone is not lack of experience. You love, I love, we love, so my question would be, ‘Why do people who love each other, for what ever reason, always leave their love at the station. Passing up chances that they so wish, or say they do. Like an ending to a sad film, one departs into the far-reaching shadows of the sunset, leaving the other watching, while in tears, and pleading.
Why do we do this? We hurt the one we love for several reasons
We lack the knowledge and skills of how to communicate our feelings constructively
This is what does and has happened mostly, a new way of communicating that, one, is forever ever learning, and forever telling each other so, but when the push comes to the shove, neither actually believe it. Problem is because neither know how to handle or understand. And long distance the seeing of ones eyes, or the not seeing becomes a big problem, should not but does.
I am one that has never been comfortable expressing my emotions, and have now taken a big dislike to this word, emotions, and it has proved to me of late, why I had always kept my tears to myself, in the privacy of my own being. I kept everything with in, and so many people over the years have told me this is harmful and should let it out, talk about it, share it. But to be honest, I would rather put up with the hurt this causes, rather than the hurt that sharing causes. It can almost feel like being mentally abused, psychologically raped.
So basically what I am saying, there is so much more behind those net curtains. One might be able to see, but it is never as clear-cut as first thought. Judging one should not be, just accept what is said, and if you do really love some one, believe in some one, the strength from this should be enough. All else, like trust and hurdles will be overcome. Relationships can be and are mostly fragile, hanging on a thin gossamer line. I personally had hurdles and was slowly but surely moving these out of the way.
It is hard to pretend, Genuine is Constant.©
Time has Passed..
Oh well clock, oh clock why do you tick tock.
My life is slowly being sapped,
My memories being tapped.
My emotions always trapped.
Oh clock why tick tock.
My lady tick tock, said the clock at the top of the hour,,
Our time becomes dour,,
It is time to call time.
The concluding, final hour. Ga/c 2013©
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