We never are supposed to get enough of whatever it is we choose to love. Makes you wonder why people get married then seek divorce. Suggests divorce is an anomaly induced by all of the things that surround marriage—money, power, sex, newly found disdain for strictures implied by love, after the fact declarations in actions or words such as “all I meant was you loved me and I enjoyed it not that I loved you,” “I know I should have told you but I never really believed in love is forever,” or pretense that the marriage decision ever was based on love.
If we never are supposed to get enough of whatever it is we love, choices about what we choose to love acquire order of extreme importance.
If we are in love with drinking alcohol we never will get enough. If we are in love with partying we never will have enough. If we are in love with making fun of others we never will get enough. If we are in love with the notion that we intrinsically are superior to others we never will have enough. If we are in love with highs made possible by drugs we never will get enough. If we are in love with sex as opposed to relationships of which sex naturally is a part we never will have enough. If we see our biological children as nothing more than insurance against destitution in old age we never will get enough. If we see politics merely as opportunity to redirect wealth to a particular segment of society we never will have enough. If we are in love with the notion that capitalism never must have a human face we never will get enough.
When it comes to our common existence, our most important choices relate to ideas we allow ourselves to love; ideas we choose to endow with our love.
If we are in love with reading we never will get enough. If we are in love with treating others right we never will have enough. If we love justice we never will have enough. If we are in love with drinking 100% juice or green tea we never will get enough. If we are in love with the notion that sex is a component of romantic relationships we never will have enough. If we see our biological children as opportunities to nurture goodness, right attitudes, and right actions we never will have enough. If we are in love with the notion that capitalism is good yet must have a human face we never will get enough. If we are in love with the notion that no temporary high is a solution to challenges of life we never will get enough. If we are in love with the notion that we all have the same dignity we never will have enough. If we see politics as opportunity to improve welfare of all, but with realism that charity can begin at home we never will get enough.
It is because we never have enough of whatever it is we confer with love that love of what is good always yields better outcomes than love of what inherently does not have any good in it.
Taken to their logical conclusion, alcohol and drugs always leave ruin in their wake. When you listen to Whitney Houston’s “Million Dollar Bill” song, part of her comeback from years of drugs and alcohol abuse, and hear her voice straining, literally attempting to avoid breaking via imposition of restraint on her rendition of pedestrian pitches in the song, then listen to her rich rendition of “Why Does it Hurt So Bad” on the Waiting to Exhale album you know in your heart there is nothing good about drugs or alcohol, never mind Whitney declaring it was cocaine that was her choice of drug not the cheap, crack your skin drug appropriately referred to as crack. I never knew Whitney personally, never met her, only admired her singing prowess from afar. When I think about what happened to Whitney all because of what she allowed herself to love my eyes tend to well with tears. Even my ex wife’s decision to leave our marriage did not have that sort of effect on me (she could have been making the right decision for herself so there was no objective reality for justification of tears in the eyes). Perhaps it was her singular performance in the movie The Preacher’s Wife which makes you see her from behind some lens of purity — purity she may not have chosen in reality, purity conferred merely by a movie role. But you see I never feel good when I see potential for greatness lost on altar of love for hedonism.
Whitney remaining great would have done nothing to diminish any greatness you or I have in our paths.
I could go on and on but the essence of the matter is:
Guard your heart — your love — for it is the wellspring of life.
Choose carefully ideas you choose to love, ideas you choose to confer with your love, for you never will have enough of those ideas. The ideas always will sweep you along with them to a logical conclusion.
Once you embrace an idea, the path is set, the destination is sure. This is a principle of life. There is no strength or might on earth sufficient for alteration of this principle.
Once a farmer plants corn at seed time, the harvest cannot be altered. Only corn can be reaped no matter extent to which the farmer desires crop of wheat. An apple tree never will yield pomegranates no matter how hard it tries, how large or deep its roots, how green its leaves, how rich its sap, how high to the sky its trunk or branches.
Today is seed time. Let us choose our seeds with wisdom, knowing full well the harvest is set by seeds we choose to endow with our love today.