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True Love

   Tue, May 29, 2007 - 2:34 PM
So today I've been thinking about they ways that we hide our true selves in order to make ourselves palatable to others. We think we are protecting them, we are trying to protect ourselves, and all we end up doing is hurting ourselves and others. The only way to find true friends and true mates in this life is to show who we actually are in every moment of every day and to be completely present to who others are. I can't change for someone else nor can I change someone else into what I want them to be. What, then, is true love? True love is when we honor and celebrate every part of another's being while continuing to honor and celebrate every part of our own, plus, a little lust and laughter never hurt!



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Fri, June 1, 2007 - 6:14 PM
Finding true love
it is true that we should not jump our skins pretending to be someone else just to be more attractive to someone else!
But most of us are not really true to ourselves. We have to live up to many expectations and that sometimes clouds our very own personal expectations.
The perfect partner seldom presents itself to you on a silver platter, it takes time and much exploration to really find compatibility.
In my opinion a perfect match is almost impossible to find, but we all have a certain tolerance to being different and what is important to us and what is not, it is a fine balancing act to find just the perfect partner.
One that has the ability to stimulate our lives and put a smile on our face and hearts most days of the weeks and years.
Yes, we can change, just a bit to make that happen if we treasure our and our partners long term happiness.
Unsu...
 
Wed, June 6, 2007 - 3:12 PM
what is true?
i am starting more and more to realize the limitations of using the concept of "trueness".

Truth can be a very illusive concept..when talked about in a areas outside of logic.
For me, I have found that "truth" is loosing the meaning I once thought i had.

and because of this.. i start to feel that I am drifting away from common speech, because the context to draw meaning needs to be known, otherwise we are just making illusions out of a collection of words.

it takes alot of effort to really understand simple post like this one..
I wonder what she means by "true".. what she means by "lust" by "honor" by "celebrate".."protect" what does she mean by "hurting"..
for example "hurting".. is this emotional temporary hurt like feeling "negative" feelings like sad, depressed, angry, anxious, fearful etc.. or any feelings regardless of its short term immediate pleasurable energy yet becoming a hindrace towards a particular long term goal to be, for example, self-satisfied with our lives etc..

maybe i am not making sense since i have not had much sleep...
i am just thinking outloud..
Fri, June 8, 2007 - 11:29 PM
True...
...though I believe that True Love is always a work in progress. Lust and laughter work, so does respect and warm consideration of the other people involved...
Tue, June 19, 2007 - 10:54 AM
sex, love, intimacy, deep friendships, come in a language beyond words....
That said, I too yearn to be completely and totally myself.... I am one of those few people who is completely and totally myself..... I love sex and lovemaking.... Celeste, you have a very nice body.... you are one of those women with whom I could choose to be "too shy" to approach, or take that chance and approach you anyways.....
Tue, July 17, 2007 - 2:07 PM
>> Truth can be a very illusive concept
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I disagree with this... there is nothing illusive about truth... what is illusive is our ability to see and understand the truth. Celeste, however, is right when she points out that truth is the central issue in finding real love and friendship.

It can be very difficult to be honest with ourselves. We are imperfect beings at best and have so much to learn so much growth to experience. It can be frightening to expose our faults... our flaws... our weaknesses to another, and yet this is what real love is about.

I have only experienced real love once in my life... she and I fell deeply in love and learned to love each other *for* all the flaws and hurts within rather than *inspite* of them. For four years we laughted, cried, squabbled, and loved.

When death claimed My Persian Rose, I was not sure I could go on... but she had made me promise to go on without her and to share the love that we had made together, with others... She made me promise to never close the door on love... and to leave each day with all of our shared love in my heart.

Her love was real... was true... and the best of her lives within me now, and I understand what it means to love.
Wed, February 13, 2008 - 9:31 AM
keeping things clear
elusive = tending to elude us (shy, fleeting, hard to catch)

illusory = having the nature of illusion (imaginary, false)

"illusive" is a legitimate, but unnecessary and potentially confusing, synonym for "illusory."

Interesting discussion, though. I think we know true love only when we can look back and realize that we're part of something that has endured. The durability of the regard that the two people have for one another is the measure. I believe that love can be both genuine (in some sense) and short-lived. It can be a true, honest, overwhelming feeling that happens to be founded on an erroneous reading of another person's nature, or it can be well founded on the present nature of a person who's still involved in a process of more-or-less radical or violent change (so that tomorrow, or sometime later, that original reading of the other's nature will be no longer accurate). If the term "true love" deserves a place in our vocabulary, I think it's as a name for love that lasts long and through difficult changes in the lives of the parties to it.

That said, I have lived through at least one love that may have lasted only a few years (it may be gone now—it grew and flourished about ten years ago—but I won't know for some years probably) and that, for its intensity and the meaning that it had for her and for me, I have to call "true" even though it may never be acknowledged again. (Ask me when I'm in my eighties, should I live that long.)