Did I just end this with “I love you all”? Ahem!
Even the one who dances well, eventually leaves the arena, our elders told us. A good piece of advice but often not heeded, especially by many in leadership positions. But does this saying only apply in those situations or to all of us? But I am not a good dancer, I can hardly sing, and playing an instrument would be a Herculean task.
The situation in which I bring up this wise saying does not allude to music, dance or drama. It is more like dance like no one is looking, love like you have never been hurt, and work like you do not need the money.
Ah, love. There has never been anything so complicated, with as many questions as there are answers. But everyone seems to look for the right answers to the wrong questions. We build walls around us at the time when we should be knocking them down. We push doors that should remain closed, and we do not look for the windows that have been opened instead. We turn a deaf ear when there are lessons to learn, and we shut our eyes when they should be wide open.
Love is to be navigated with an open mind and open heart though it is hard to figure out like the Labyrinth of King Minos. However, there are many ways in which love is laid out like an open field. Then, why do human beings make so complex what God made so simple? I guess this is why we always come back to the same question. What is love?
When I started writing this column, six months ago, I never thought that I would go philosophical about love and relationships. My approach to this and things of that nature is logical and methodical. This helps me negotiate the murky waters where common sense does not often make sense. But having to do this every week required me to get within myself to put two and two together.
Because of this, I began to discover that past experiences made sense now and not then. It was blurred in a mix of emotions and being at cross purposes. That is why, unlike many others, I do not condemn those who were part of my life. I look at them and what we had as lessons learned.
This page gave me the opportunity to share these lessons via several made-up stories. Yes, often the stories I told were related to particular incidents but have never been about people. Forget about Mary Jane and Prissi, those are figments of my imagination. I am sorry if anyone took it personally but I allowed myself to be playful and not take it seriously.
I know there are those who read and passed judgement on the person of the columnist. I was just having fun and some of the responses that I got gave me a good laugh.
At times, it was surprising to me that what I wrote would create certain impressions. Thankfully, I have never got any angry e-mails even when I insinuated uncharitable things about the fairer sex.
How did I say goodbye? Yes, it is that time. There are some things in life that you just feel within you and cannot explain to anyone else. Before I do that, I thank all those who read this column regularly and loved it. I love you all. Adios.
