Love and Trust

Love and Trust

Love and Trust

I am incapable of loving or trusting someone whose memories are not my own.

There’s a lot in that statement, perhaps more than one would care to ponder. Needless to say, it raw, it’s real and quite frankly, honest.

My head is full of conspiracy theories and my confidence in the human race is almost nonexistent. I trust few and love even less. Love and trust do not come easy, if at all, and are only come by over time through constant interaction and shared experiences, good, bad or indifferent.

When I do love, I love hard.

My trust in someone is always on trial as my mind is in constant surveillance looking to protect my heart. Though I don’t need to love, much less trust, when I do, it’s forever.

My love and trust are hauntingly curious, always in perpetual need of being in the presence of those it’s attached to. They seek not necessarily just the mind or heart, but the soul, the compilation of true existence where energy, emotion and spirituality combine in the true essence of being.

To love is one thing, to trust is another, but to love and trust [completely] is an entirely different challenge that few can rise to. A journey of a lifetime perhaps, a moment in time worth capturing and holding onto to no end, a chance meeting that cannot be planned for or imagined, it just is.

I have found but one. And while I sought none, there can be no other, indeed it just is.

Did we set it in motion in another time? Did we choose this life? Did life choose us? An inconsequential point, for where there is a beginning there will be an end, but where there is no beginning, there can be no end. Our love and trust is not of this world, though reunited in it, it bares the notion of endless time, memories only of the present, but love eternal. This too shall be a tale of human endeavor in the hereafter.

My heart, mind and soul collided with itself and we became one. Our strengths complement our weaknesses and make us better together than apart. We were lost, never content with the human experience, yet constantly yearning for the unexplained need of our [then] fragmented souls. Once reunited it was obvious, magical, completely surreal and otherworldly. From then on the emptiness expired and fulfillment was set ablaze with open eyes and the unending future of love, trust and experience together, something never anticipated.

A favorite quote that speaks volumes:

“From every human being there rises a light that reaches straight to heaven, and when two souls that are destined to be together find each other, their streams of light flow together and a single brighter light goes forth from their united being.” – Baal Shem Tov

Peace,

MAD

Follow MAD Hippies Life on Twitter and Facebook

Keep it Real

Life Happening All Around UsThere are moments that catch our attention, if but for a second, and we stop, eyes wide open and sit in awe. Keep it real, if but for a second, and watch time bend, change and evolve into something entirely foreign to a modern plugged in society.

Life is happening all around us. Some of us embrace it. Some of us are disgusted by it. Some of us are oblivious to it. And, while you can lie to a man’s heart, perhaps even his mind, the soul will know and the truth will be seen. There is something far more majestic than becoming successful in the eyes of the monetary world, indeed there is life in each one of us, life that eagerly awaits time to stand still. It’s hard to watch the world in chaos, so many hurting, so many being taken advantage of and so many people manipulating everything to no end all in the name of supposed freedom and success. At the end of the day we all seem to be slaves to something.

Each year that passes we [MAD] seem to get a little more concrete in our eclectic view of life, if that were possible. A very interesting process, to say the least, of an evolutionary self awareness of two lovestruck teenagers who once sat in class eagerly awaiting the bell to ring so we could see each other in the hall. Now we sit and stare at the same clock waiting for work to end so we can be reunited in like fashion. In time we plan on giving that clock a good funeral so we can tell time with nothing more than the passing of seasons.

This year seems to be special already. Something brewing in the air perhaps. Who knows. We just keep looking deep into each other’s eyes and are more fascinated than ever at who and what we’ve become. Call us rebellious, but we love walking our own road, outside the norm, where we are on the outside looking in and wonder what makes the world the way it is. To each his own we say, all the while perplexed at the gravity of it all. The world seems to be going forward at a shocking pace, no one stopping to think, to listen, to feel.

There are moments that catch our attention, if but for a second, and we stop, eyes wide open and sit in awe. The beauty, the solace and the enduring simplicity of a moment in time that was taken out of the rat race perhaps as a way to stop us in our tracks and remind our souls that there is life in this place. Keep it real and maybe, just maybe, those moments that are always happening will begin to appear and meld their way into the craziness of the day in and day out rituals that we so blindly exist in and, if for just a moment, remind us of who we really are.

Peace,

MAD

Follow MAD Hippies Life on Twitter and Instagram