ignorance is bliss.....

True that to know love is an amazing thing. To know or even believe that someone will be there with you and for you no matter what. If you lose your job, become paralyzed, win the lottery or get fat that this person will be there. A best friend in the good and bad of life. A companion to talk you thru the situations of life, listen when you need an ear and just to be there silently when that's all you really need because their presence means more than words.

What if you never knew? What if you just went thru life, enjoying what came to you and continuing on. You'd still have friends who care and who lift you up when you are down but you never knew how it felt to be loved by another. That often silent knowledge the he/she is there would not be present, but you wouldn't know the difference. "Ignorance is bliss"

Think about it this way. It is highly likely hat somewhere on this planet there is a meal. A meal that to you would be so amazing you could eat it over and over and never get sick of it. You don't know it exists so who cares right. Are you now going to travel the world in hopes of finding it because you just read that, NO. Who cares right. "Ignorance is bliss"

Here is where the real dilemma comes in. What if on a 2 day trip somewhere or even a layover in an airport you find it. You order some dish that has peaked your curiosity on the foreign menu. It's a short layover so you head toward the plane meal in hand. Your plane is boarding so you wait for the masses of people standing in line who's rows have not yet been called. Making their way thru the long narrow passage to their aisle seat. Now you have to climb over them because you have the window. Finally in your seat, stomach growling and ready for launch you open the top of the non-biodegradable Styrofoam container. The smell is amazing and you can't wait for the first bite. Your tastes buds go wild and you can not get enough. You being to wonder "what's in this thing"! Trying to remember the name of the dish so you can look it up later, you argue with your friends. You have no idea and you are taxiing to the runway.

The taste was amazing but you have realized it will never happen again. you have no idea what was in it or how it was made and not a clue what it is called. It was simply a moment that will remain forever but never to return.




Here is where my analogy loses traction. There is no long lasting expectation from food. It is meant to be a moment in time. Something God has given us to enjoy> over and over and many different kinds. The possibilities of colors, textures and flavors is seemingly endless. We are meant to try them all if we choose, at our leisure and ability. they are here for us to enjoy. It is not this way with love. Love comes as a fire. It begins small with a single spark. The embers grow, glowing with initial warmth before the smoke beings to rise. A signal to others of what is growing here. Eventually if there is enough fuel and proper air flow the flames ignite. A fire will burn as long as it is able. Keep feeding it and don't starve it of air and it will burn for eternity. It is a magnificent thing to watch, to enjoy the heat and the beauty of. However, you let it go out... it leaves behind a pile of ash which is only good to be thrown to the wind, cast aside and discarded. Worthless, ugly and revealing the destruction it has caused.

I had to learn how to love thru mistakes and pain as many of us do. It literally took me several years after my divorce to come out the other side a better person. The problem I faced, a desire to share what I had learned. I wanted to love and to be loved. The last few years since I found myself not looking but definitely keeping my eyes out for the opportunity (for lack of a better term). Now i look back and see only ash, that which the fire has left in it's wake. With little/no desire left for this so called love, I wish only for ignorance once more. Oh I'm sure I'll meet someone and get stupid again. Though I would much prefer not to which is why I build my own castle. A castle is roughly defined as a building or group of buildings normally with thick high walls intended to keep anyone/thing unwanted out for the purpose of safety, security and/or privacy.

Oh but for the love of my savior I would choose never to have known.

After all someone also once said "ignorance is bliss"