"Who, being loved, is poor?" ~Oscar Wilde
It's funny how often I find a quote that describes a specific thought that I have been struggling to articulate. I found this quote this morning after ruminating on a conversation my lover and I had last evening.
We were discussing taxes and jobs and how we seem to be starting life over, when so many people our age are secure in their careers and have the house, cars, and lifestyle that goes along with successfully climbing the corporate ladder for twenty years.
We know of many who have the lucky stars of fortune and a few even enjoy relative fame, but of those we could name, none of them can say they are blessed with real love.
We both had financial security in our last life, and we had both reached a pinnacle in our careers. We had a pretty easy time of it, but we were deeply unhappy. We both lacked real love.
We had settled for other things and told ourselves that epic love does not happen in real life- it was the stuff of fantasy. We consoled ourselves that having security and the means to buy things was enough, but the universe had other ideas. For some reason only the Divine Presence can explain, we were destined to find the other half of our lost souls in each other.
It took ten years of tiny glimpses, of growing away from what we had and yearning for something more. It took the fates to throw us together again and to trust the soul to speak when the mind tried to convince us we were crazy.
In the end, there was no way to fight what had been decided for us long ago, love was stronger than our doubt.
We walked away and gave up much to start over again. I think it took great courage, the courage we often see in great stories of love. We no longer have the security that money falsely provides, but I have never felt more secure in my life.
Money and the stuff it buys is nice, but I know now where real security lies: in the knowledge that someone loves me beyond measure. The real security is lying safe in his arms each night, knowing he will always be at my side.
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