tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783902492366030438.post1496977582501440224..comments2020-01-10T20:02:31.259-06:00Comments on LoveJonesLifestyle: Age of AquariusZenzilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13041696577619326884noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783902492366030438.post-70965880473428418442011-02-13T20:49:18.835-06:002011-02-13T20:49:18.835-06:00Wow Kdizzog...what a magical story of time travel,...Wow Kdizzog...what a magical story of time travel, love and loss...As I wrote in my post, I always stand on the side of love. Ultimately, like you said in the beginning of your comment, loving, the act of love, is a choice. The "choice" right now is yours. You're obviously ahead of the game if you went away for an extended period of time yet found your feelings about her to be the same as before you left. The question now seems to be if you can recover from your F*** up. Is there time for you to straighten up and fly right? Or will you choose to move over to the blackjack game?Zenzilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13041696577619326884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783902492366030438.post-58191805853509410752011-02-12T01:22:52.820-06:002011-02-12T01:22:52.820-06:00First and foremost, shout out to the lovely ladies...First and foremost, shout out to the lovely ladies of LJL. I have been admiring your work from my spaceship as I cruise endless galaxies searching for intelligent forms of life.<br /><br />Now on to my rant... LOVE, in its most simple form, is like any other thought our brains can conjure up. We make a choice to invest our time, resources, energy, emotions, and sometimes our sanity for a chance to subject ourselves to the psychological rollercoaster that is love. Just looking at the word, Love reminds me of those other four letter words we use to express extreme and sometimes negative feelings. ("Cuss Words" like the great lyricist Todd Shaw once sang about back in the day) Even when spelled backwards... evol---Does that subliminally lead us to believe the word is kinda evil, or does it symbolize the begining of an evolution? Y'all remember what happened the last time we had some evolution... (fishes started walking on land..or whatever) Scrambling the word even more can bring on even more different perspectives on the word...eo vl----Exterrestrial Outpost 5 (Roman number V)1...SO is love a mental portal for alien life to invade our psyche?... <br /><br />My point being, love is all about how you look at things....<br /><br />Don't get it misconstrued or all out of whack, KD is a big fan of love...I love to give love, I love being loved, I love the smell, taste, sound, feel, and sight of love... it is a very sensual emotion. Love makes all the worlds go around. But like a thunderbolt from Mount Olympus, love can bring your entire world crashing down.<br /><br />Peep this.... I met a young lady several hundred years ago and I was too young to realize that she was the missing part to make my puzzle complete. As time wore on, our journies took us on adventures to separate galaxies in different spaces in time. But every time I looked at my CD collection, I thought of her because we shared the same interest in some music. Now was I supposed to trash all my Goodie Mob, Outkast, Project Pat, and Bob Marley because hearing some of those songs took my emotions the wringer?... I think not, because "Players" don't get all wishy-washy over some "Braud" (pardon my terminology Ladies) That is where I was wrong. Ya see.. No matter how much energy she used to try and convince me that I had all those other women on the side, I used just as much trying to show her that she was the one. But like the cliche` goes, "If you love something, set it free..It will return if it is meant to be".. So I did just that.<br /><br />Fast forward 1300 light years into the future... My spaceship crossed paths once again with the Love of my life at space docking station. I felt rather awkward pulling up and asking for permission to board her craft. But I just had to see. She let me on board and honestly it felt as if she had never left. I still had the same sense of safety with her that I used to feel. I still had the same admiration for her thought process (shout out to Goodie Mo, once again) that I once had. Still loved the way she fed me...in the kitchen and in other areas of the house (ya dig)... But most importantly, I was still AMAZED by the way she unconditionally loved me and wanted to see the best for me/out of me. In my opinion, that was just some "straight up gangster type love"... It was like I did time in the pen and came home to a woman who waited faithfully (more or less)for her dude. <br /><br />But in typical male-human fashion, I f***ed the situation up. I will not bore you with the details, but let's just say...Schedule management issues.... <br /><br />So I ask you beautiful Goddesses from LJL, is it healthy to walk way from one life chasing the dream that is love? Gambling on the thought that things might be better "the second time around"... Or should I cut my losses and just walk away from the poker table while I still enough time to try my hand at blackjack?...<br /><br />Thanks in advance for your input, Ladies...<br />Peace.. kdizzog, POTUGkdizzoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03460816741785993181noreply@blogger.com