The economics of love reflect the intensity of a relationship. When it comes to an end the ones with the most invested will suffer the greatest heartbreak. While those who find it easy to simply walk away have long ago pulled out their assets and do not suffer the same sense of loss their partner has only begun to experience. The effects of the fall out are felt for many years and alter the investors own willingness to seek out new emotional enterprises. It often leads to a sense of emotional bankcruptcy. Many report that they feel drained, as though they have nothing left to give. Sufferers may even seek out quick payouts from other sources, longing for the emotional stockpile they had been privy to before.
Love is also dependent on the rules of supply and demand. When the love you seek is in short supply, you will go out of your way and pay almost any price just to have access to such a precious commodity once again. The inverse is also true. If the love you possess is in high supply, you will take it for granted, its value in your eyes will diminish and you will no longer request it in such a high quantity. Keep this in mind next time you invest in someone else.
Probably most importantly though, the same way some people are good with money, some people are good with love. Invest your love wisely, don't spend all your love in one place, and closely monitor who has access to your love. Making wise and informed decisions regarding your love will increase your dividends substantially.
Finally, when it comes to love diversify your portfolio. DO NOT INVEST ALL OF YOUR LOVE IN ONE PERSON OR IDEA. Love should be distributed amongst family members, friends, hobbies, passions and finally significant others. That being said, while it may seem plausible to invest minute amounts of your love into several different avenues in the long run your gains will be minimal. Taking a chance and investing a substantial portion of your love set aside exclusively for "significant other" in one particular person can ultimately maximize your gains in 5, 10, 25 years.
I'd much rather be a key shareholder in someone special than have remnants of my love invested in many other individuals.
Make sense? Yeah I thought so.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Yes we're both a little broken (poetry)
Yes we're both a little broken.
Parts of you still love her,
the one who smiled and whispered your name
late, late in the night.
When your eyes glance away
I wonder if that's where you go.
You are quiet.
Still.
I hear you're breath,
And drift into you're mind's eye
to see if you're with her now.
Parts of me still love him,
the one who wrapped his hands around my waist
and kissed me soft.
Each deep sigh I release
and you worry, You worry
Still.
Grasping at the soul winds leaving my body,
going far and away, far and away towards him.
Ssshhh, let's not wonder. Not worry.
Lie here with me.
And the parts that are left,
Of us
We'll melt them together.
You and me.
Parts of you still love her,
the one who smiled and whispered your name
late, late in the night.
When your eyes glance away
I wonder if that's where you go.
You are quiet.
Still.
I hear you're breath,
And drift into you're mind's eye
to see if you're with her now.
Parts of me still love him,
the one who wrapped his hands around my waist
and kissed me soft.
Each deep sigh I release
and you worry, You worry
Still.
Grasping at the soul winds leaving my body,
going far and away, far and away towards him.
Ssshhh, let's not wonder. Not worry.
Lie here with me.
And the parts that are left,
Of us
We'll melt them together.
You and me.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The Sacrifice
Christianity centers around one overarching idea: Jesus, the son of God, died for the sins of man & through this act our souls are redeemed.
More or less.
I'm not going to debate the theological aspect of this claim or even go into the vast differences across denominations, branches, and sects.
And whether you are Christian or not is more or less irrelevant to this post.
This foundational idea though, is what I find most striking. Christians always celebrate the sacrifice made by their Savior; often resorting to a matra in essence saying "He died for my me". But taking from scripture it says:
"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life" --John 3:16
Examine the language. Look at what it means.
God gave his only son.
When placed in a less ethereal context I think the significance becomes even greater and more relatable. They say the greatest pain imaginable is losing a child. And the bond between parent and child is one that is often unbreakable when formed.
My dad tells me he'd give me his heart if I needed it. And as farfetched as it may sound I know that in some crazy alternate universe if I needed a heart transplant my father would actually lay down his life so that I may live.
A child is a parent's whole world.
Would you give up the life of your child to save the souls of countless future generations? Many of which who would never appreciate the sacrifice you made?
It's one thing to sacrifice your own life for others. But imagine the difficult situation of having to sacrifice the life of your child, your whole world.
Okay, okay, okay hypothetical scenario. Aliens come and invade the planet (bear with me). They will destroy the entire planet along with everyone on it. That's 6 billion lives lost. If the only option was to sacrifice the life of your own baby boy or girl would you do it? Would you stand by and watch your child suffer unimaginable pain and suffering just to save the lives of others?
Would you? Knowing probably a lot of the people on the earth, present and future. would never appreciate or honor that sacrifice?
Would you sacrifice your world, your heart, your love, your everything?
I don't think I would.
So what does that say about the Christian God? He made the biggest sacrifice.
He sacrificed His whole world to save ours.
Kinda crazy when you think of it that way.
More or less.
I'm not going to debate the theological aspect of this claim or even go into the vast differences across denominations, branches, and sects.
And whether you are Christian or not is more or less irrelevant to this post.
This foundational idea though, is what I find most striking. Christians always celebrate the sacrifice made by their Savior; often resorting to a matra in essence saying "He died for my me". But taking from scripture it says:
"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life" --John 3:16
Examine the language. Look at what it means.
God gave his only son.
When placed in a less ethereal context I think the significance becomes even greater and more relatable. They say the greatest pain imaginable is losing a child. And the bond between parent and child is one that is often unbreakable when formed.
My dad tells me he'd give me his heart if I needed it. And as farfetched as it may sound I know that in some crazy alternate universe if I needed a heart transplant my father would actually lay down his life so that I may live.
A child is a parent's whole world.
Would you give up the life of your child to save the souls of countless future generations? Many of which who would never appreciate the sacrifice you made?
It's one thing to sacrifice your own life for others. But imagine the difficult situation of having to sacrifice the life of your child, your whole world.
Okay, okay, okay hypothetical scenario. Aliens come and invade the planet (bear with me). They will destroy the entire planet along with everyone on it. That's 6 billion lives lost. If the only option was to sacrifice the life of your own baby boy or girl would you do it? Would you stand by and watch your child suffer unimaginable pain and suffering just to save the lives of others?
Would you? Knowing probably a lot of the people on the earth, present and future. would never appreciate or honor that sacrifice?
Would you sacrifice your world, your heart, your love, your everything?
I don't think I would.
So what does that say about the Christian God? He made the biggest sacrifice.
He sacrificed His whole world to save ours.
Kinda crazy when you think of it that way.
Monday, March 21, 2011
The girl without a heart (fiction)
Each night I turned on my iPod and listened to the song that best reflected my everchanging emotional upheaval. Tonight it was (oh just insert any old broken hearted love song here) and it suited me. I felt a little broken. I ached the way an old toy ached after years of play. One day you find yourself at the bottom of a cardboard box. Yes, just like in Toy Story.
As the music flooded my ears I began to cry. I had wanted to cry and the song was the perfect catalyst. I cried until the song was over, said my prayers and went to bed. I repeated this sadly simple ritual every night before bed for several weeks. After a month I came to the realization that it was becoming harder and harder to cry. I felt like an orange rind that had been squeezed and juiced hundreds of times in a row. There were no more tears. I couldn't fathom why until it finally occured to me that I has healing. I couldn't cry anymore because it was no longer necessary.
I wouldn't classify it as attempted murder, what he did.
He simply held my beating heart in his hands and turned his back toward me. I lay there, dying, gasping for air. He set my bloody-red heart, my healthy beautiful pulsating heart on the concrete. He set it down softly and quietly walked away. He didn't look back of course. They only look back in the movies. I watched his silhouette and loved him still.
So that's where I stayed. I struggled to breathe. I struggled to live and somehow I did. I lived without a heart. My heart sat on the gray concrete floor, a little bit more than an arm's length of where I was sprawled out. The crimson blood seeped and pooled around my heart making a lovely little stain on the floor.
And that's where my heart stayed. It kept beating, oddly enough. A bonafide medical mystery. But he had decided he didn't want it anymore. And I couldn't quite reach it myself. So that's where it stayed.
As the music flooded my ears I began to cry. I had wanted to cry and the song was the perfect catalyst. I cried until the song was over, said my prayers and went to bed. I repeated this sadly simple ritual every night before bed for several weeks. After a month I came to the realization that it was becoming harder and harder to cry. I felt like an orange rind that had been squeezed and juiced hundreds of times in a row. There were no more tears. I couldn't fathom why until it finally occured to me that I has healing. I couldn't cry anymore because it was no longer necessary.
I wouldn't classify it as attempted murder, what he did.
He simply held my beating heart in his hands and turned his back toward me. I lay there, dying, gasping for air. He set my bloody-red heart, my healthy beautiful pulsating heart on the concrete. He set it down softly and quietly walked away. He didn't look back of course. They only look back in the movies. I watched his silhouette and loved him still.
So that's where I stayed. I struggled to breathe. I struggled to live and somehow I did. I lived without a heart. My heart sat on the gray concrete floor, a little bit more than an arm's length of where I was sprawled out. The crimson blood seeped and pooled around my heart making a lovely little stain on the floor.
And that's where my heart stayed. It kept beating, oddly enough. A bonafide medical mystery. But he had decided he didn't want it anymore. And I couldn't quite reach it myself. So that's where it stayed.
The Heart pt. 2
Aside from it's role in supporting life, the heart is more commonly tied to anything and everything related to love and romance.
When we truly love someone, we say things like 'She has my heart' or 'He makes my heart skip beat'. When we're kids we give out paper heart valentines and draw hearts that say "I love Robert" or "Jayden & Allison" in the middle. The heart, in many cases, is used a universal symbol for love. It's largely due to the fact that ancient civilizations and philosophers attributed all emotions and reasoning to the heart organ. Everything you thought or felt or did was believed to be controlled by the heart. But I won't go into any of that history here.
What is important is that somewhere along the way the heart was labeled as the love organ. Romance between two people is probably one of the most inexplicable occurences known to man. Endless novels, plays, poems & songs have been written about love. From Shakespeare to Nicholas Sparks, Marvin Gaye to
*baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i'm sleepy & i dont feel like writing the rest of this right now i'm just going to post this with the caveat that i will finish this later. dont you judge me*
When we truly love someone, we say things like 'She has my heart' or 'He makes my heart skip beat'. When we're kids we give out paper heart valentines and draw hearts that say "I love Robert" or "Jayden & Allison" in the middle. The heart, in many cases, is used a universal symbol for love. It's largely due to the fact that ancient civilizations and philosophers attributed all emotions and reasoning to the heart organ. Everything you thought or felt or did was believed to be controlled by the heart. But I won't go into any of that history here.
What is important is that somewhere along the way the heart was labeled as the love organ. Romance between two people is probably one of the most inexplicable occurences known to man. Endless novels, plays, poems & songs have been written about love. From Shakespeare to Nicholas Sparks, Marvin Gaye to
*baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i'm sleepy & i dont feel like writing the rest of this right now i'm just going to post this with the caveat that i will finish this later. dont you judge me*
The Heart pt. 1
The human heart is often referred to as the strongest muscle in the human body. In an average human lifetime the heart beats nearly 2.5 billion times. Ask yourself, who does your heart beat for?
The heart begins beating four weeks after conception and does not stop until death. Your heart doesn't rest. It beats every minute, of every day without complaint and without fail. The cardiovascular output of your heart each day could drive a truck 20 miles.
Because the human heart is so hardworking, I think the term heartbreak is a bit unfair. To insinuate for a second, that the human heart was 'broken' by an unfulfilled promise, a disappointing result, or the actions of a lover is to denounce the heart's capabilities. You may feel like your heart is breaking, but in reality your heart beats on.
But with that I'd have to say I do believe the heart can break following the loss of a loved one. Sometimes when two hearts are tied so closely, when one heart stops beating it's no surprise the other heart stops not long after.
It's amazing how much a heart beat can mean to one person.
That sound you hear, 'thump-thump' is the sound of the heart valves closing. It's one of the most beautiful sounds imaginable. If you've ever held a sleeping child in your arms you'd know this. It's why you're at your happiest when you've got your ear pressed against the chest of the one you love. That sound let's you know that the person you care about most at that moment in time is still here. Their heart is still beating and sometimes knowing that is enough.
The heart begins beating four weeks after conception and does not stop until death. Your heart doesn't rest. It beats every minute, of every day without complaint and without fail. The cardiovascular output of your heart each day could drive a truck 20 miles.
Because the human heart is so hardworking, I think the term heartbreak is a bit unfair. To insinuate for a second, that the human heart was 'broken' by an unfulfilled promise, a disappointing result, or the actions of a lover is to denounce the heart's capabilities. You may feel like your heart is breaking, but in reality your heart beats on.
But with that I'd have to say I do believe the heart can break following the loss of a loved one. Sometimes when two hearts are tied so closely, when one heart stops beating it's no surprise the other heart stops not long after.
It's amazing how much a heart beat can mean to one person.
That sound you hear, 'thump-thump' is the sound of the heart valves closing. It's one of the most beautiful sounds imaginable. If you've ever held a sleeping child in your arms you'd know this. It's why you're at your happiest when you've got your ear pressed against the chest of the one you love. That sound let's you know that the person you care about most at that moment in time is still here. Their heart is still beating and sometimes knowing that is enough.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
The beginning
In the beginning there was the Alpha & the Omega...but what about the other letters of the Greek alphabet?
My favorite letter of the alphabet is Pi, unequivocally. I enjoy the beauty of Pi for more reasons than its significance in the mathematical community. It is the 16th letter in the Greek alphabet. Its location places it at exactly 3/4th of the way through. Pi is where I'd like to be in life. Pi is what I would call the prime of life. If the average life expectancy is the mid 70s Pi would correlate to the early 50s.
I may be the only 20 something woman in the world that is looking forward to her 50th birthday.
Your fifties have so much to offer. You've passed the daunting 40s and have successfully survived your mid-life crisis. By the time you're 50, retirement is only a few years away, your children are almost grown and you find yourself looking back on the life you've made for yourself.
Yes, I'm looking forward to my time of reflection.
When I reach Pi, I want to be able to say I've led a fruitful life. The Bible says to go forth and be fruitful. Many immediately take that to be a direct reference to procreation, which in all honestly, it probably is but I read a little bit more into it. By fruitful, I believe not only should the fruit of your loins be a reflection of yourself, but the fruit of your mind, soul and ambition. Will you be able to look back on the fruits of your life and say 'Look at all I have brought forth'?
When I reach Pi, I'd like to be able to look back on all the fruits I've brought forth. My fruits will be my children, my career, and any kindness, wisdom, and joys I've brought into the world.
So somewhere, between Alpha and the Omega, before I reach Pi, I'd like to be the most fruitful person I can possibly be.
My favorite letter of the alphabet is Pi, unequivocally. I enjoy the beauty of Pi for more reasons than its significance in the mathematical community. It is the 16th letter in the Greek alphabet. Its location places it at exactly 3/4th of the way through. Pi is where I'd like to be in life. Pi is what I would call the prime of life. If the average life expectancy is the mid 70s Pi would correlate to the early 50s.
I may be the only 20 something woman in the world that is looking forward to her 50th birthday.
Your fifties have so much to offer. You've passed the daunting 40s and have successfully survived your mid-life crisis. By the time you're 50, retirement is only a few years away, your children are almost grown and you find yourself looking back on the life you've made for yourself.
Yes, I'm looking forward to my time of reflection.
When I reach Pi, I want to be able to say I've led a fruitful life. The Bible says to go forth and be fruitful. Many immediately take that to be a direct reference to procreation, which in all honestly, it probably is but I read a little bit more into it. By fruitful, I believe not only should the fruit of your loins be a reflection of yourself, but the fruit of your mind, soul and ambition. Will you be able to look back on the fruits of your life and say 'Look at all I have brought forth'?
When I reach Pi, I'd like to be able to look back on all the fruits I've brought forth. My fruits will be my children, my career, and any kindness, wisdom, and joys I've brought into the world.
So somewhere, between Alpha and the Omega, before I reach Pi, I'd like to be the most fruitful person I can possibly be.
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