Life has some kind of audacity, you know it has the nerve to bring up pain, then turn around and give us more joy then we could ever imagine.   Life is a relationship.  It dates us and romances us into living and loving it or just despising it, to the point we are asking for a way out.  It gives us, what we give it, and does not ask us a damn thing.  Yet, we seldom enjoy its rewards and achievements because we are too busy looking for its flaw or its assumption that love will make it more livable.  Love...our shield to the battle of life. Yet, we sometimes shine our shield with a false reality and polish it up with uncertainty that damages the makeup of it, then, find ourselves in battle with no shield at all.

Everyone has had that feeling of uncertainty, you know when you know your relationship isn’t right, but you love so hard until all the wrongs become right. Sometimes we even make the same mistakes over and over and over again all because we in search of one thing; LOVE. 

I‘ve come to learn women were not created to love as hard as we do, but we are obligated to love unconditionally. I say unconditionally because that’s the only way I can explain this yearn to love and be loved with logic reason. We are daughters, aunts, child bearers, mothers, friends, sisters, grandmothers, and in some cases fathers. We have the strength of ten men, but we could let one man steal it. It’s like we are cursed into believing that loving ourselves is not enough. Our hearts have a natural function, just like our limbs. It was never created to be broken, then mended, then broken again. Its main function is to love. So the more stitches it receives, the more worn out it becomes, and then you have a bitter sister. However, the heart is also tricky. It will make your mind and body do what your emotions can’t handle. Our natural impulse manipulate us to love with all our hearts, but our common sense tells us when to let go, yet, sometimes we never let go, and become the epitome of a foolish woman, the image of a Silly Eve.

This is not a confession, but a way to open the eyes of love sick sisters. Contact me at lorie@isispages.com