Many touched my life in their own way and they are all a part of my story…

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I have loved three men in my life, though I know I have spoken those three words to others. It took me a long time to really understand love.

There were some I really liked. There were memories made with most. There were lessons learned with others. Throw in some mistakes, some joy, and a lot of laughter. I lived in the moment and wherever that moment brought me I made the most of it.

I hold high ideals on the concept of love, maybe because it took me so long to truly understand it. To love a person, come what may it does not dwindle. Love is bigger than us.

In some way I have loved others, though it was not beyond the depths of me. That love is not put in a way that can be comparable. It’s hard to define. Perhaps it was in the infant stages of love, maybe it never grew. Maybe it was a realm of possibility, two people not quite ready with timing off on so many levels. Some skimmed the surface but for whatever reason, it remained where it lay. And there were also blips in life, a memory or two, but no more.

Each of these touched my life in their own way and they are all a part of my story.

One asked me once, “What would you write about me?”

It’s not often we reflect back on the relationships throughout our lives, every person we crossed paths with and wonder if or how they may have shaped us. Did they impact us in some way? Was there meaning to the connection? Was there a purpose? Or was it simply two people sharing a moment in the midst of life, for no other reason than coincidence; no rhyme, no reason, no lesson, no purpose.

Most of the people that have crossed my path, I have thought long and hard about them at one point or another. I dissected what we had, what we experienced, what we discussed, who they were and who I was to them.

Each have shaped me in some way and contributed something about my understanding of life, love, or people.

My father once told me when I was young that I was looking for love in all the wrong places. I never told him then what I thought about his words, though I had a lot of thoughts on that idea, but even more so now.

I never let the experiences stop me, good, bad, or otherwise. I never hardened up because of them. I do not regret this because in a lot of ways, life kept on teaching me. I have tried to see people for who they were without all the excess. I almost always rooted for the underdogs. You know the ones your dad doesn’t want you to get to know. I wanted to know why. I wanted to know them. I wanted to know what made them them and why. I wanted to see them as others saw them, how they saw themselves, and see what they didn’t see. I gave more to understanding and less to judgment.

Most human judgment lies in human error, a lack of understanding many angles.

We often criticize what we do not understand and there is often a lack of understanding.

It’s not often we reflect back on the relationships throughout our lives, every person we crossed paths with and wonder if or how they may have shaped us. Did they impact us in some way? Was there meaning to the connection? Was there a purpose? Or was it simply two people sharing a moment in the midst of life, for no other reason than coincidence; no rhyme, no reason, no lesson, no purpose.

Many touched my life in their own way and they are all a part of my story…

 

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