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The Passion Side of Love
April 11, 2019
The brightest side of life is when we meet someone who makes the entire world change before our eyes. In an instant, everything seems possible; life is in the palm of our hands like clay ready to be molded. Nothing and nobody is in a position to ruin that very instant. No matter what happens next, that moment is forever.
We feel that way when we fall in love. That’s the life we live from that point on. No obstacle is big or important enough, this fondness will carry us until our last day on earth. What we have inside is a rich, sweet warmth that replenishes every little corner of this terrestrial, temporary, limited body of ours. It awakes to show us that what we are looking for is still possible, ready to manifest itself. It pushes us to connect at the most intimate level with somebody who seems to have been made for us. Our heads are so high that nothing around can really bother us; everything becomes the simple background for this love that seems infinite.
These two mortals become eternal. When they are together they exchange the best they have to the point of an undeniable and inevitable fervor that wants all our senses to lose control, which we finally lose in ecstasy.
There is no downside. It’s passion we are talking about, no reason, no decisions, no Mondays, no clouds—only sunshine on a breezy, fresh morning at the beach.
The world is spinning around and our eyes are locked on everything we want to see. Pieces of ourselves go away to become part of something so big that our arms are not long enough to embrace it. It pushes our heart inward. There is no way back, nothing and nobody can stop it now.
We can’t believe it, but it’s real. It’s the most exciting truth we can ever experience. No time is long enough to keep the embrace we so need to breathe now. And when we are apart we still feel the smell, the laugh, the joy, the touch, the voice, the hair, the eyes, the interlocked hands.
It’s so perfect. Suddenly, everything makes sense. All our past tribulations have finally an end. We were preparing for this instant, so infinite and wonderful, that everything experienced before is in the past where it belongs, a past so futile that it doesn’t matter anymore, because we have this instant that has the capacity to be never ending.
It follows us the rest of the day, and every time we remember our body rejoices again and again, because we are not the same anymore we have became part of something else. A world of joy.
We see now that we were meant to be in love, we can’t understand who we were before any longer, and we don’t care since all we have now is this perpetual sentiment of bliss accompanying the rest of our lives.
Can we really live in a constant ecstasy? For a while, for sure. That while can last days, weeks, months, and even years, believe it or not. However, it needs to end, since passion is the direct reflection of life, and life is limited. All life has an expiration date, and so does the passion imbedded in it.
What to do? How to extend this feeling of plenitude? The answer is relatively simple, depending on your own nature. The answer is in the distinction we can make between passion and love. The passion side of love is the most physical expression of our willingness to give part, or everything, of what we are and leave it at the mercy of the other in front of us. When that passion is completely and devastatingly satiated, all that is left is the memory. These two mortals go back to face the crude reality. They look at each other, and now, conscientiously, decide if they see real value on the other or if everything felt is gone hand in hand with a passion that seemed never ending.
But memory is good. It reminds us what we did all that time, when life was real clay being molded by our hands. Everything created between us is a good vestige of who we were together. We can still feel the comfort of the embrace, the mutual respect, the mutual support, the infinite love, a love that is going to be there until our last day on earth.
The time spent becomes our time, because what happened between us can not be erased, it’s located deep inside where joy remains lodged. Knowing that you are there means everything again, and what is in the past, stays in the past, it doesn’t matter anymore because I have you. No obstacle is too big, this love will carry us the rest of our days. Our bodies awoke and made the dream come true. Now it’s time for other dreams to unfold before our eyes, because we know we can make it together, we remember.
Today, reason, decisions, Mondays, clouds are faced with anticipation and strength because what our passion left behind was more than a memory of lust, it left two transformed individuals open to love each other, their life together, the projects in their heads, the infinite fondness for this world of tribulations, but also of beauty and friendship.
Passion is still the force behind us, it’s what make things change for the better. It’s all we need. Nothing and nobody can get in the way, we know that, because everything we have built couldn’t have materialized without the passion side of love.
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