On the drive home...
Beer makes you sleepy... and think too much!
I realise this after I squeeze my way out of a bar, hug my mates goodnight and amble down Tottenham Court Road towards the Tube station under a blanket of lethargy. I manage around 100 metres and then succumb to the soft leather 
seats of one of the black cabs parked along the road. Remarkable how cleverly those little devils position themselves on route to public transport from a watering hole... Cheeky b*stards!
seats of one of the black cabs parked along the road. Remarkable how cleverly those little devils position themselves on route to public transport from a watering hole... Cheeky b*stards! I lie back on the seat and close my eyes, and somewhere between the on-off-on-'n'-doze, my mind goes a-wandering... and it settles now on a little question has been eating away at me for the last week or so. Maybe you can help me with it Reader!
Tell me: Can you ever learn to love and trust someone all over again?
A little over year or so ago, I wrote a little song. It was a tribute I had written to eight years of love and longing across space and time between me and the person I had hoped to spend the rest of my life with.
Tonight I recall that wintry fall
when I fell in love and I knew
that only you were what I'd been waiting forever for
to fall in love all over again.
The way that your eyes reflected the skies
and brightened up every room, and made everything bloom all around me, as far as I could see...
I'd fall in love all over again...
How much of Love is Trust? Is one the product of the other?
Someone once told me that if you love someone, you can decide to trust them i.e. that love creates the decision to trust. The question is whether Trust can create the decision to Love. I have always believed that you can trust someone and love them but they don't go together necessarily - you have to build Trust but Love is unexplainable... you simply know it's there.
I have been thinking of my mother and father recently. Thirty years of marriage have welded 
them in symbiosis. What started off as an arranged marriage between two very different people, has probably concluded in what I could cynically call a "collaborative companionship", and yet, there is no mistaking the depth of feeling and tenderness between them whenever I see them together. The only word I have to describe that magic would be "Love". When I asked my mother if she loved my father when they first got married, she answered truthfully, "I learned to love him." In her case, Love seemed to be a decision, and as much of a decision as I believe Trust is.
them in symbiosis. What started off as an arranged marriage between two very different people, has probably concluded in what I could cynically call a "collaborative companionship", and yet, there is no mistaking the depth of feeling and tenderness between them whenever I see them together. The only word I have to describe that magic would be "Love". When I asked my mother if she loved my father when they first got married, she answered truthfully, "I learned to love him." In her case, Love seemed to be a decision, and as much of a decision as I believe Trust is. What happens when Trust is broken? Does Love automatically die with it, or does it remain in some desperate form - straining against the weight of reality and clinging on to fragments of history? If I can will myself to Trust, can I will myself to Love?
So how do we know, just where we may go?
Does the way we've come so far give a clue?
For every goodbye and every Hello,
just promise me one thing that we'd do:
That through each passing year, cloudy or clear
we'd hold to what we know is true, and me and you
together, we'd outdo the weather.
We'd fall in love all over again....
I write these words down, and stretch them out in
front of me - a jigsaw of investigation... but behind all the intellectualising and shotgun-philosophy, I am aware that the truth that really matters in all this confusion is my heart - and my heart is simple. My heart does not intellectualise and at this point in time it tells me the truth. It tells me that I am afraid.
Afraid to trust, and afraid to love. Afraid because I have been hurt, and afraid because it's a horrible thing to be hurt by someone you trust.
Still I know in the deepest part of myself that even if it cannot be willed, Love means exposing yourself to the pain of being hurt, and possibly deeply hurt by someone you trust. It is no wonder that the term is "falling in love" - for there is a helpless abandonment of reason and calculation and a recognition that you will lose control. It is a terrifying surrender to not-knowing how and when and why, but simply letting go.
So Reader, let's put away all this philosophic contention of what constitutes Love and Trust. The real question is whether I dare to fall - Fall and possibly get hurt.
Well, I know one sure fire way to pump up the dare-devil in you and me Reader! What say we get out of this taxi at the next pub and get another pint just before we try the bungees over Canary Wharf!?
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