If I am to know whether or not I am stealing, I must know what it is that really belongs to me. So much of life is here today and gone tomorrow. If an object that I believe to be mine is no longer there, I often wonder, was it really mine to begin with. That certainly holds true for people. I was in love with a girl once that found someone more suitable and left me to be with him. At first I thought that he had stolen her from me. Imagine that, stealing a person. Even the idea of stealing a heart seems ludicrous. It is sweet, in a romanticized way, but as Babs once sang, my heart belongs to me. The only thing that truly belongs to me is that which I have earned. Not things, really, but experiences, expertise, spiritual growth, the ability to love myself so that I can truly love others, the love of others; that which lives in my heart, and has added to the development of my soul, gets to be a part of me, and is something that I get to keep, if I do the work to keep it.
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