I Would Rather Be In Bed

That’s the problem with love these days.

Oh, you weren’t expecting this post to start our quite like that? Well, in a world we live in today of constant thrill and immediate gratification we have pushed love into that same category of constant euphoria and we expect to feel that way all the time.

Love?

Love is hard.

The second it gets hard people drop it down the Facebook garbage can and reach for the next like, the next comment, the next facebook messenger message offering adoration and praise. Because why look at the partner who has chosen you when they have done something you just don’t like when you could have someone else cooing sweet words your direction so easily…so quickly. The next pretty face who will be happy to spew the easy words of praise and sweetness that come so easily in the beginning instead of mucking through the difficult moments with the one you love.

Why not move forward to a new beginning when it feels so easy for you, even if it means breaking another soul to shreds in the process?

Love. Goddamn. Love is so damn hard.

But sometimes, if you manage to get it right, when you make it through the moments of trial and tragedy, it’s so wonderful.

In my book of love and lasting, there are a few rules.

1. Don’t ever make your partner question their worth in your life.

2. Do not ever cheat. If your gaze strays you don’t truly love the one you’re with, don’t waste both of your time. Do the right thing. Leave. Don’t destroy the one you’re with in the process.

3. Give your time, as much as possible. There is no amount of money or diamonds on this earth that can replace it.

4. Find out how they want and need to be loved, without them having to tell you.

5. Love them…even when it’s hard. Love them the most then.

Facebook selfies on blast, promises of greener grass, oh how easy it is to walk away when times are tough…when the grass needs watered on your side of the fence and you are tired. That’s the problem with love these days. This world has made it ever so easy to walk away.

Some days I wonder how anybody makes it anymore. How does anyone’s eyes stay trained in one spot and anyone’s heart stay planted in one garden? When love is treated like a baton passed from one hand to the next instead of flower that was planted in soil and tended to with care and finally blossoms into something beautiful to be enjoyed and revered for all that was put into it. It should be continually pruned and cared for lest eventually it wither away and die.

Be mindful of the one you love. Be mindful of them in everything you do. Ask yourself if this is cultivating your love or poisoning it. If the one you love were present for what is happening right now, would you be doing it? Would this conversation be happening if the one you love was present? Be mindful. Be ever present in your love. Because love…love is so damn hard. If you scar it sometimes you can’t mend it.

Prune it, water it, watch it grow, sweat over it…give it everything you have, and you might just get something amazing.