This Is For All The Lonely People

…thinking that life has passed them by

Days like today are never simple. Most of us, even if we know we are loved, have some achey corner of our lives that remains stained with loss or regret. Most of us face our days as courageously as we can, but hold, somewhere deep inside the knowledge that we were not enough for someone, not enough to keep them from leaving us, not enough for them to treat us generously, or fairly, not enough for them to love us the way we long to be loved. Days like this give us the chance to remind others how beautiful they are to us. But they may also, unintentionally serve as days that remind us love has not treated us quite as kindly as we were taught to hope it would, and that all the saccharine sweet wishes in the world will not make even one of them taste any more like the honey that is love returned.

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This is for each of you who has ever experienced the horror of having been thrown away by someone. It is for those who have been lied about, stolen from, made fun of. It is for those who remain unseen, under-appreciated, frozen by fear.

Today, may you find permission to begin forgiving yourself for those achey scars you suspect make you unloveable. May you find some small measure of permission to love yourself a bit more generously, if simply by realizing that you are not at all alone in feeling so alone. And may that in turn free you to drop your guard, if only a little, to let another venture closer where they can begin to love you too.

This Is For All The Lonely People   (Remember this song by America?)

 

 

16 thoughts on “This Is For All The Lonely People

  1. I am recalling the very first time I found your blog, David Perry, many years ago and simply sat and wept my tears of relief and joy for the sheer connection of it all, the discovery, the mirroring, the artistry, beauty and love. What a blessing you are, dear friend. Thank you and Happy Valentine’s Day.

  2. So beautifully written and like a well-aimed arrow, as always, pierces my heart. I echo Kathryn’s sentiments about the relief and joy connecting with your posts always brings. And if you, my brilliant friend, should ever feel those achey scars again, let the love and admiration of those of us who truly know who you are serve as a soothing balm. This post was exquisite…Happy Heart Day. xo

  3. Dave, I know you’re a genius. But how you manage to take a theme from the overcomercialized, manufactured “Luv Fest” of Valentine’s Day and reflect the first Fallen Angel, the archetypal banishing of Adam and Eve from the garden, AND John 15:12–I’m in awe. Thank you, and much love

  4. I’m touched by the tone of your post… how sweet of you to reach out to the broken hearted, who perhaps still carry scars from love. I chose to post on a single aching heart… a tender moment observed.

    1. Thank you, Carolyn, for making time to leave a note, and for the trail of crumbs leading me back to your own, very beautifully seen and told story. Perfection…

      (Click on Carolyn’s name to be taken to her blog)

  5. Loss is horrible and it is awful. The stinging feeling never stops, but it does dull in time. I went places and did things in my 20s that gave me nightmares that lasted most of my adult life. Over time they lost their power, their impact. This last week was the first time that I had normal nightmares, the ones that everyone else has, talks about. After paying that kind of price I still feel that the only way to live life is to dish out passion with a bucket.

    I think that gardens and February were devised to help us see that, hope and passion are important. The sarcococca is just finishing with its amazing fragrance. The hellebores are now in bloom. The lilacs, the wisteria, and the hydrangeas have all broken bud and are starting to put out leaves. The whole garden is starting to poke up out of the ground and come to life. It is such a period of promise.

    Tomorrow when you wake up, count your arms and legs as your are still laying there, then get your ass out of bed, go do something truly amazing, because you can, for all of those who did not make it this far in your life.

  6. That was beautiful – thank you for some honesty and tenderness on an otherwise commercialized and over hyped holiday. The picture was beautiful too… Lucinda

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