… some things are too fragile, they are delicate, dainty, they just don’t travel well and there is no point in taking them on the journey, they will break, get damaged, be dented, some will disappear all together. The only way to enjoy these things is to leave them where they are, let them be. Preserve them in their natural state. Preserve the integrity and essence of such. Some things can’t even be touched, you can only stare at, behold from a distance, some have to be enclosed and do not withstand human contact so well. I have had the privilege of visiting some of the top museums and enjoying the beauty of the works of art on display. Most could only be observed from a distance, a lot can not be touched. ‘Why?’ I ask and the simple answer is that the work of art will not survive if exposed to that type of contact.
Some things wouldn’t survive physical journey, others wouldn’t survive the journey of time. With time some things just start to disintegrate unless they are proactively preserved and even with that, there are limitations.
Love, and I mean romantic love is one of those experiences that in certain circumstances must be left alone to be and not forced into the rigour of human relationships or marriage. The number of times I have met two people genuinely in love, get married and when faced with the rigour of a tedious relationship, the tender love shared loses it’s bearing and strength and starts to disintegrate. And people wonder, that we thought they were so in love. Yes, they were in love but the love could not survive the journey. In the same vein how many times have we seen and heard stories of love birds who for one reason or another never got round to consumating the relationship or embarking on a journey together. But yons later the heart still palpitates at the sighting of memory of the lover. The love is still intactas the very first time their heart was stirred. The reason simply being that the precious feeling was never taken through the ardous journey of life and relating.
So the next time you lament that you wished you married that heart throb of yours, remember that that delicate and precious feeling might not have survived the journey and thank your stars that life worked out in such a manner that you didn’t have to drag it along kicking and screaming. And as the memory of love remains intact, you always revisit any time you need to in your mind and experience the fullness of it without any lose of integrity.
Stay in love!
Beautiful Ivory 