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Friday, April 11, 2003

Wes surfing through the web when I found this poem that I had done a short review about in PPP :

Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death

even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
pinned down by need and moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be. I do not think I would.

---Edna St. Vincent Millay

I remember reading that poem in front of a tape recorder for my Oral Comm class. Highly embarrassing moment because my voice sucks on tape. But I do like the poem very much. Each line tells us something that we already know yet never really think about. We know what love cannot do, and it is true that love is not everything, yet people are willing to sacrifice body and soul for love. Why do we do that? The answer is simple, and yet not so simple. Love might not be everything.... but what it is, it's enough.

Optimist singles say that if you don't go looking for love, how do you expect it to find you? Jaded singles say what makes you think love is gonna run to you when you run to it? Pessimists singles say maybe some people aren't meant to find love, maybe being single is just meant to be. Well, this single person say.... all in good time :). I don't think now is a good time for me because there's so many responsibilities for me to fill that having to deal with matter of the heart will just confuse me more. On the other hand, like any other normal person, I want to care and be cared for. But past experience showed me that rushing things have very undesirable effects; some of them unmendable. You lose and hurt people you care for, and in the end, you hurt yourself. So now I take it to heart when people say....

Take it slow....

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