The Uncanniness of Love

I was thinking about the uncanniness of life, and of all things the uncanniness of love. Love is scary. It's like walking to the edge of a cliff and daring to jump off, but may have you on your knees. Tilting your head down at the gushing lake. We glare from above, terrified to jump in, because the water may be a shock to the system, and no one wants blood rushing to the head again, who wants to feel too human. Our robotic emotions keep us safe, and keep the world at a distance. It's a world of emotions that we dont need to analyse, second guess, question, and sometimes those questions are terrifying. The wrong question may get you the wrong answer the wrong answer might get you hurt. Life is full of complicated emotions and complicated things, nothing more complicated than human emotions, nothing more complicated than love. Love makes angels whisper secrets about people's hearts they didn't give heads up about, keys are dangerous things to loose. I remember a poem by Shakespeare growing up. My mistresses eyes.

My mistresses eyes

My misstresses eyes
are nothing like the sun
Coral is far more red than her lips red
If snow is white
Why then her breasts are dun,
If hairs be wires 
Black wires grow on her head;
I have seen roses damasked;
Red and white;
But no such roses
See i in her cheeks
and in the air is there more delight
Than in the air of my mistress reeks
I love to hear her speak,
Yet well i know
 That music hath a far more pleasing sound
I grant i never saw a goddess go;
My mistress , when she walks on the ground
And yet by heaven, i think my love as rare
as any she belied with false compare.
Shakespeare


Him

Tiptoe in Garden;
Words in my head;
Sounds echoe like a jukebox
Courage flees instead;
And all these clever words
That hide and seek
Lurk in the mystery
Of a heart so deep
Fear it jumps
Gyrates it's tune
Pain it howls up at the moon
Digits clock and rule the head
I lie restless,
anxious
afraid in bed
Love is scary
Itchy feet
Make hearts they flutter
Armoured walls
They melt like butter
Then i tiptoe back inside
For clever phones
Where smart girls hide.

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

Fine tuning ourselves out of funk:

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Stop telling yourself that you can and you will control everything. Sometimes in life there are things that we will not be able to control. When I was younger. I used to believe that everything was black and white, simple, things had the boxes they slid in between. Black and white good or bad, nice and nasty. Yet if everything was so organised.....nobody would have written the book when bad things happen to good people. We learn that we are reactors, and how we choose to deal with a situation, defines who we are and ultimately who we become. Years of anger can turn to bitterness....wasted energy. Feelings of fear mean avoidance and missed opportunities. You have but one life to live. Try your best to live it with joy. Write a list of positive things you will say to yourself every morning, positive choices, and positive celebrations. There is no one else like you on Earth. Affirm your success, affirm your progress, and focus on change and growth.