The Universe

a man is only as strong as the woman he loves and a woman is only as weak as that man when he needs to be.. Balance. rarely is this word applied to the fruition of relationship success. i know this fact first hand. call me crazy, but i know i am an angel. i know that most people i meet will last for a season and then whither away as the earth revolves on its tiny axis. i turned on my damage cruise control about 8 years ago. some call it a defense mechanism. i call it choice, voluntary experience whether it hurts or not. i will argue until my death that this remains true: a humble and mature woman must prepare herself; she must be okay with happily planting seeds in fertile grounds; she must be willing to walk away if necessary; she must be content with never watching that seed grow into something beautiful. so here i am. a gallery of broken hearts and experiences. an exhibition of faith and failure. an embodiment of hindsight confessionals. am i okay? definitely. the universe has a strange way of rewarding those who trust its divine order. a beautiful woman once told me that if i intended to be truly happy i must open myself completely to the universe. in the 30 seconds after she left i bounced a trillion confusions around in my head. assumed a vow to change. we are all addicted to uncertainty and often spend lifetimes trying to kick the habit. why? i no longer need to know the end result. i welcome everyone, creative instrument in hand, to compose something on my life's canvas. instead of falling, i tie parachutes around my open heart. enjoy the scenery. mingle with the direction the wind takes me. it may take longer to be on two feet again, but i am in no rush, nor am i in the business of speeding through life. enjoy the ride. it's well worth it...