domingo, 31 de agosto de 2014

That space in between.

That space in between;
that space between the going and the coming,
that space between the ‘I’ll be there soon’ and not arriving,
That space in between the waiting and no longer waiting.
The paralysis: 
the hanging-
the waiting.

Cos he said he was gonna come home soon but he’s not yet back and I’m tired. Tired of waiting, tired of hearing it all before, hearing it once, twice, three times tired.
Tired of waiting on a half-truth that becomes truth with the number of times it’s told over and over.
I was brought up to have faith in the words people say; I want to have faith in the words people say; faith in honesty, yeah you heard me, I want to have faith in honesty. What happened to honesty?
Yet faith and honesty ain’t dragging his ass back home any quicker.
And so here I am sat waiting; the independent woman that I proclaim to be, depending on his anticipated arrival; calling him, texting, hanging-
on his every god.damn.word. or lack there of.
Searching -
for a trace, his trail, a sign, a reason, an excuse for not being here now.
Because he said he was coming and I believed. Had to, wanted to, simply must do, believe. Believe he will come; has to come, wants to come, simply must do-
come.


Love is Not Enough

n 1967, John Lennon wrote a song called, “All You Need is Love.” He also beat both of his wives, abandoned one of his children, verbally abused his gay Jewish manager with homophobic and anti-semitic slurs, and once had a camera crew film him lying naked in his bed for an entire day.

Thirty-five years later, Trent Reznor from Nine Inch Nails wrote a song called “Love is Not Enough.” Reznor, despite being famous for his shocking stage performances and his grotesque and disturbing videos, abstained from all drugs and alcohol, married one woman, had two children with her, and then cancelled entire albums and tours so that he could stay home and be a good husband and father.

One of these two men had a clear and realistic understanding of love. One of them did not. One of these men idealized love as the solution to all of his problems. One of them did not. One of these men was probably a narcissistic asshole. One of them was not.

In our culture, many of us idealize love. We see it as some lofty cure-all for all of life’s problems. Our movies and our stories and our history all celebrate it as life’s ultimate goal, the final solution for all of our pain and struggle. And because we idealize love, we overestimate it. As a result, our relationships pay a price.

When we believe that “all we need is love,” then like Lennon, we’re more likely to ignore fundamental values such as respect, humility and commitment towards the people we care about. After all, if love solves everything, then why bother with all the other stuff — all of the hard stuff?
But if, like Reznor, we believe that “love is not enough,” then we understand that healthy relationships require more than pure emotion or lofty passions. We understand that there are things more important in our lives and our relationships than simply being in love. And the success of our relationships hinges on these deeper and more important values.

THREE HARSH TRUTHS ABOUT LOVE

The problem with idealizing love is that it causes us to develop unrealistic expectations about what love actually is and what it can do for us. These unrealistic expectations then sabotage the very relationships we hold dear in the first place. Allow me to illustrate:

1. Love does not equal compatibility. Just because you fall in love with someone doesn’t necessarily mean they’re a good partner for you to be with over the long term. Love is an emotional process; compatibility is a logical process. And the two don’t bleed into one another very well.
It’s possible to fall in love with somebody who doesn’t treat us well, who makes us feel worse about ourselves, who doesn’t hold the same respect for us as we do for them, or who has such a dysfunctional life themselves that they threaten to bring us down with them.

It’s possible to fall in love with somebody who has different ambitions or life goals that are contradictory to our own, who holds different philosophical beliefs or worldviews that clash with our own sense of reality.

It’s possible to fall in love with somebody who sucks for us and our happiness.
That may sound paradoxical, but it’s true.

When I think of all of the disastrous relationships I’ve seen or people have emailed me about, many (or most) of them were entered into on the basis of emotion — they felt that “spark” and so they just dove in head first. Forget that he was a born-again Christian alcoholic and she was an acid-dropping bisexual necrophiliac. It just felt right.

And then six months later, when she’s throwing his shit out onto the lawn and he’s praying to Jesus twelve times a day for her salvation, they look around and wonder, “Gee, where did it go wrong?”
The truth is, it went wrong before it even began.

When dating and looking for a partner, you must use not only your heart, but your mind. Yes, you want to find someone who makes your heart flutter and your farts smell like cherry popsicles. But you also need to evaluate a person’s values, how they treat themselves, how they treat those close to them, their ambitions and their worldviews in general. Because if you fall in love with someone who is incompatible with you…well, as the ski instructor from South Park once said, you’re going to have a bad time.

2. Love does not solve your relationship problems. My first girlfriend and I were madly in love with each other. We also lived in different cities, had no money to see each other, had families who hated each other, and went through weekly bouts of meaningless drama and fighting.

And every time we fought, we’d come back to each other the next day and make up and remind each other how crazy we were about one another and that none of those little things matter because we’re omg sooooooo in love and we’ll find a way to work it out and everything will be great, just you wait and see. Our love made us feel like we were overcoming our issues, when on a practical level, absolutely nothing had changed.

As you can imagine, none of our problems got resolved. The fights repeated themselves. The arguments got worse. Our inability to ever see each other hung around our necks like an albatross. We were both self-absorbed to the point where we couldn’t even communicate that effectively. Hours and hours talking on the phone with nothing actually said. Looking back, there was no hope that it was going to last. Yet we kept it up for three fucking years!

After all, love conquers all, right?

Unsurprisingly, that relationship burst into flames and crashed like the Hindenburg being doused in jet fuel. The break up was ugly. And the big lesson I took away from it was this: while love may make you feel better about your relationship problems, it doesn’t actually solve any of your relationship problems.

The roller coaster of emotions can be intoxicating, each high feeling even more important and more valid than the one before, but unless there’s a stable and practical foundation beneath your feet, that rising tide of emotion will eventually come and wash it all away.

3. Love is not always worth sacrificing yourself. One of the defining characteristics of loving someone is that you are able to think outside of yourself and your own needs to help care for another person and their needs as well.

But the question that doesn’t get asked often enough is exactly what are you sacrificing, and is it worth it?

In loving relationships, it’s normal for both people to occasionally sacrifice their own desires, their own needs, and their own time for one another. I would argue that this is normal and healthy and a big part of what makes a relationship so great.

But when it comes to sacrificing one’s self-respect, one’s dignity, one’s physical body, one’s ambitions and life purpose, just to be with someone, then that same love becomes problematic. A loving relationship is supposed to supplement our individual identity, not damage it or replace it. If we find ourselves in situations where we’re tolerating disrespectful or abusive behavior, then that’s essentially what we’re doing: we’re allowing our love to consume us and negate us, and if we’re not careful, it will leave us as a shell of the person we once were.

THE FRIENDSHIP TEST

One of the oldest pieces of relationship advice in the book is, “You and your partner should be best friends.” Most people look at that piece of advice in the positive: I should spend time with my partner like I do my best friend; I should communicate openly with my partner like I do with my best friend; I should have fun with my partner like I do with my best friend.

But people should also look at it in the negative: Would you tolerate your partner’s negative behaviors in your best friend?

Amazingly, when we ask ourselves this question honestly, in most unhealthy and codependent relationships, the answer is “no.”

I know a young woman who just got married. She was madly in love with her husband. And despite the fact that he had been “between jobs” for more than a year, showed no interest in planning the wedding, often ditched her to take surfing trips with his friends, and her friends and family raised not-so-subtle concerns about him, she happily married him anyway.

But once the emotional high of the wedding wore off, reality set in. A year into their marriage, he’s still “between jobs,” he trashes the house while she’s at work, gets angry if she doesn’t cook dinner for him, and any time she complains he tells her that she’s “spoiled” and “arrogant.” Oh, and he still ditches her to take surfing trips with his friends.

And she got into this situation because she ignored all three of the harsh truths above. She idealized love. Despite being slapped in the face by all of the red flags he raised while dating him, she believed that their love signaled relationship compatibility. It didn’t. When her friends and family raised concerns leading up to the wedding, she believed that their love would solve their problems eventually. It didn’t. And now that everything had fallen into a steaming shit heap, she approached her friends for advice on how she could sacrifice herself even more to make it work.
And the truth is, it won’t.

Why do we tolerate behavior in our romantic relationships that we would never ever, ever tolerate in our friendships?

Imagine if your best friend moved in with you, trashed your place, refused to get a job or pay rent, demanded you cook dinner for them, and got angry and yelled at you any time you complained. That friendship would be over faster than Paris Hilton’s acting career.

Or another situation: a man’s girlfriend who was so jealous that she demanded passwords to all of his accounts and insisted on accompanying him on his business trips to make sure he wasn’t tempted by other women. His life was practically under 24/7 surveillance and you could see it wearing on his self-esteem. His self-worth dropped to nothing. She didn’t trust him to do anything. So he quit trusting himself to do anything.
Yet he stays with her! Why? Because he’s in love!

Remember this: The only way you can fully enjoy the love in your life is to choose to make something else more important in your life than love.

You can fall in love with a wide variety of people throughout the course of your life. You can fall in love with people who are good for you and people who are bad for you. You can fall in love in healthy ways and unhealthy ways. You can fall in love when you’re young and when you’re old. Love is not unique. Love is not special. Love is not scarce.

But your self-respect is. So is your dignity. So is your ability to trust. There can potentially be many loves throughout your life, but once you lose your self-respect, your dignity or your ability to trust, they are very hard to get back.

Love is a wonderful experience. It’s one of the greatest experiences life has to offer. And it is something everyone should aspire to feel and enjoy.

But like any other experience, it can be healthy or unhealthy. Like any other experience, it cannot be allowed to define us, our identities or our life purpose. We cannot let it consume us. We cannot sacrifice our identities and self-worth to it. Because the moment we do that, we lose love and we lose ourselves.


Because you need more in life than love. Love is great. Love is necessary. Love is beautiful. But love is not enough.

lunes, 25 de agosto de 2014

The One That Got Away


http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2014/aug/23/the-one-that-got-away-jeanette-winterson

This article is the first of several featured in the Guardian by writers sharing their experiences about 'the one that got away'.

“It is easy to imagine that if life had moved a degree in a different direction, then the one that got away would be by our side, and we would both be living happily ever after.”

This resonates with me because I increasingly have begun to think that unhappiness can often stem from living in a society where we are constantly overwhelmed by an excess of choice. This can make for great dissatisfaction with what we have and ultimately lead to a life filled with unnecessary regret. Said a different way, one contributing factor in the ability to lead happy, fulfilled lives is limiting our exposure to choice.

We must endeavour to avoid situations where we are faced with an abundance of choice, both in our day-to-day living and when making bigger, life-changing decisions. Take the example of going to a restaurant; it is far easier to decide what to have when there are only a limited number of dishes on the menu than when we are presented with a menu of 30 plus dishes. If we allow ourselves to always deliberate that we chose the wrong meal or there may be something is better around the corner be it a job, a partner, a holiday, or a home we will never find contentedness with the decisions we have made and consequently the lives we have decided to lead.

When choices have to be made it is imperative that we commit wholeheartedly to the decisions we opt for, standing by them and following through with the necessary action to ensure they are realised. If we allow ourselves to linger in doubt over whether we have made the right decision we will slowly drown in a sea of inertia, unable to fully embrace one life while avoiding action to move to another.

On relationships the writer comments “love is hard work”. This is like many things that bring us happiness and satisfaction in this world: establishing a successful career, raising children, learning to play an instruction or mastering a language. Relationships require an investment and a commitment to be able to grow and develop in order to become strong and long lasting, establish roots, and to be able to flourish. These ideals are hard for my generation to conceive living in a society where we have become accustomed to instant gratification and getting what we want when we want it.

“affairs are so exciting and attractive – none of the toil, all of the fun.” They suggest that although new love affairs offer excitement and a romanticism that can sweep us away they are often ephemeral. People quickly grow apart because they have no shared history to aid understanding of one another nor roots to ground and bind each other together in the present. For this same reason it is not uncommon to see partners returning to the person they had previously left when the charm of the fleeting affair dispels.

“In truth, the life that is ours is the one we make, and that includes our partners.” When I said to my father that he was very lucky for having found his partner his response was "no, I chose carefully that's all". Perhaps life presents us with several opportunities in which we have the chance to build a fruitful life with someone. According to this premise we should consider whom we choose at the appropriate time in our lives when we are ready to take that step and not just focus on who chooses us. Whether a potential partner is compatible with the person we have become or are in the process of becoming is more important than any romantic notion of the love we feel for that individual, their assets, and the love we measure them against.

Rather than getting swept away with a starry-eyed conception of what a long-term relationship is, we must consider things in a different light and hold ourselves accountable to the answers we uncover. With whom can I share my life? Who shares my values and beliefs? Who will support me in the decisions I make in my life, support my career and choices on having or not having a family? Who can share in my interests? Who will stand by me through difficult times? Who can I live with in a place both partners will be happy? With whom could I continue to grow and develop over time? Being honest and open with the answers that we are presented with is as important as asking the questions in the first place. Perhaps these questions and their answers are what we should be contemplating rather than fixating on whether we have in fact met 'The One' or lost 'the one that got away'.

We will never know until later down the line whether these pivotal decisions that can change our life's course in mind-blowing proportions work out the way we had hoped when we first took them. Indeed, we must not forget to celebrate the naive ideals of love that youth alone can offer and thus take our lack of experience into account before passing too harsh a judgment upon ourselves. However, there is a difference between looking back and thinking 'I made a good decision with the choices I had open to me at that time' and feeling regret over decisions inadequately thought out or decisions rashly taken.

Having led a blessed life full of adventure, diversity and change I am now confronted with difficult decisions over the course I would like my life to take that are incomparable to those of my peers or parents’. Although it is unhelpful to envy the ease in which others have found and followed their paths I lament on facing quandaries others do not have to even contemplate. I acknowledge that having so many opportunities within my grasp is a privilege; nevertheless it leaves me dumbfounded as to how I go about making what I will be able to look back on as ‘good’ decisions. I am also unsure who could offer any counsel or guidance in such a matter. I began asking some of the questions offered here a long ago but being truthful with the answers I stumble upon and knowing whether my head or my heart has been the one suggesting these answers is perhaps the harder part of all.

domingo, 24 de agosto de 2014


Do stuff. be quenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration's shove or society's kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It's all about paying attention. It's about taking in as much of what's out there as you can and not letting the excuses and the dreariness of some of the obligations you'll soon be incurring narrow your lives. Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.


You'll notice that I haven't talked about love. Or about happiness. I've talked about becoming -- or remaining -- the person who can be happy, a lot of the time, without thinking that being happy is what it's all about. It's not. It's about becoming the largest, most inclusive, most responsive person you can be.

Susan Sontag
In truth, the life that is ours is the one we make, and that includes our partners. 
Nostalgia for lost love is cowardice disguised as poetry.

viernes, 22 de agosto de 2014

jueves, 21 de agosto de 2014

Looking at each other

Yes, we were looking at each other
Yes, we knew each other very well
Yes, we had made love with each other many times
Yes, we had heard music together
Yes, we had gone to the sea together
Yes, we had cooked and eaten together
Yes, we had laughed often day and night
Yes, we fought violence and knew violence
Yes, we hated the inner and outer oppression
Yes, that day we were looking at each other
Yes, we saw the sunlight pouring down
Yes, the corner of the table was between us
Yes, our eyes saw each other's eyes
Yes, our mouths saw each other's mouths
Yes, our breasts saw each other's breasts
Yes, our bodies entire saw each other
Yes, it was beginning in each
Yes, it threw waves across our lives
Yes, the pulses were becoming very strong
Yes, the beating became very delicate
Yes, the calling the arousal
Yes, the arriving the coming
Yes, there it was for both entire
Yes, we were looking at each other

Muriel Rukeyser

martes, 19 de agosto de 2014

Querida Argentina

Argentina,

With you I rediscovered the laughter that makes your belly ache and flows freely like the conversations enjoyed night after night over dinner.

I found joy in the appreciation of natural wonders; the sky peppered with new constellations or mountains glazed with snow like an unevenly iced ginger cake.

With you I lost myself in the captivating flames of a burning log fire, the sounds of crackling tinder and the warm glow of smoldering embers.

I found a shared destination (at last!) in the start of a road trip and the anticipation of many more to come.

With you I saw photogenic beauty at the end of every street; cars, street signs, graffiti and the statues towering over us, they were all unknowingly waiting to be captured.

I found Evita’s grave lost among hundreds of forgotten tombs, these marble mirrors revealed our smiling reflections on the decedent houses for the dead.

With you I watched countless sunrises and many more suns setting, each arriving too soon, each leaving too early.

I found that days could idly slip away sipping one coffee after another, there was always a few more lines waiting to be read, a few more words waiting to be shared.

With you I trained my tongue to recognise the subtle differences in taste between the Malbec and the Merlot, I became accustomed to the smell of stained oak, the coolness of cellars and the sound of wine swishing around the glass like a torrent of water searching for an impossible escape.

I found enormous steaks, homemade pastas, and baked empanadas on every menu; my fingers taken from one forbidden fruit to another, constantly sticky from the delicious pastries I had handled before shamelessly devouring them – for this was a holiday was it not?

With you I spent meal after meal in good company in suitably atmospheric surroundings, blind to the stares, pointing fingers and inquisitive looks just beyond the safety of our table.

I found the remnants of croissants lurking at the bottom of coffee cups, as if they were masking the coffee grounds beneath from revealing the future I may not wish to know.

With you Argentina I remembered how to dance- the thrill of loosing myself in the twists and turns of a partner’s embrace, guided from one move into the next I gladly relinquished responsibility for my own actions.

I found the energy needed to stay up into the early hours of the morning woken from a six-month hibernation; I lost all sense of time and in doing so found freedom.

With you I sought sanctuary under the protective arm of a loved one, I remembered the warmth that emanates from another body when being held close.

I found somebody lying next to me in the mornings; two eyes instantly fixed on mine, sleepy but alert as we started the day together, rising and falling in unison.

With you I allowed my mind to skip to the future; lives built together, journeys taken and families joined, I found cause for celebration.


With you Argentina I found a story still unfolding, with you I found my heart.