“The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them”
― Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island
He’s not the ideal guy. In the four kinds of Personality Temperaments, he’s more on the Choleric type of person. He’s an egocentric and extroverted. An impulsive human who goes excited and restless. Yet he shows leadership at some point. He’s funny. Helpful. He’s a ‘twist and shout’, ‘let it be’ person.
Nope. He is not the ideal guy. He goes acting without thinking. Then he’ll realize he’s the worst. Funny though, when nags about his stupidity, he’s hopeless. But, compare to us, he’s a little more mature. That’s why he is often mistaken to be a serious, grumpy old man.
Not so long, when I met this guy. He has this admiration. Fulfills what he is ought to but when his stubbornness hit him, he goes missing. A guy you cannot understand. He’s full of mysteries and miseries everybody doesn’t want to be involved with. He’s difficult to resolve, always deciding according to his own understanding.
Yes. He is a difficult guy to begin with. He has a lot of issues both to the people surrounding him and he, himself. Can you imagine how many times he got busted because of this attitude of his? I cannot remember at all but, man! Because he is a difficult to spell with, he’s a tough one to pull the strings off. He survived!
I’ve tried to understand him. I have judged him. And until now I am still wondering why this guy is hard to deal with. He is good. Yet he’s not also. There’s always a contradicting ideas when you try to be with him. So many wondering and wanderings when you go with him. But there is always a question on my mind about this guy. What did love do unto you that you ended up hurting yourself?
The love he felt from those he trusted with all his love and kindness were gone. You may say he has been betrayed but we cannot blame them for hating him. They have reasons and I heard them. I cannot hate them for treating him that way. He has hurt them. They have been hurting him. He has answers, yet he it was unexplained truly. He wanted to defend himself, yet he has no right to be heard. I don’t hate them. I don’t hate him. It sucks being stuck in a situation like this.
His love went to hate. He goes having trust issues. And I don’t know if he trusts me like I trust him. I don’t know if he counts me as someone who betrayed him. I don’t know if he accepts me fully as a friend who will truly understand him despite the difficulties and issues he have. When I go asking, he answers with a question. He’s broken. We are all broken.
He is imperfectly perfect. He is fragile as a beautiful vase placed on a golden table. He’s not the ideal guy. He is difficult. He has many issues on hand. But above all, I respect his bravery standing at the middle of the people he once loved and trusted.
Enthrall snob of jar
The Paradox of Happiness 