I’m late to put pen to paper for my Monday Musings but some days things just don’t seem to flow and we write then screw up the page and condemn it to the paper bin because it wasn’t invested with the truth, the emotion, the sincerity that we would want others to associate us with. Such was this Monday. But I’m a firm believer that if not forced inspiration will flow, and it did and I was reminded of this.
It has flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. This is rare, pure and perfect.The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss
We all so need to love despite. That our love should cease to be a currency that we spend in exchange for affection or attention hoping we have traded well. It’s a new year coming for us. Could we dare to learn to love recklessly? To spend our currency when we will get a poor return if anything at all? To knowingly walk in the place where the return will be pain and then walk there again? Love of this kind is rare and costly but can only be given freely. Paradox?
Ready for a bruised heart?