RUBICON OF LOVE

Rubicon of Love

August 24

 

My Dearest Love,

     Ever wonder why we stand dumbfounded before our True Love, unable to speak what is in our heart, our hands trembling, minds blank?

     This, I believe, is because we stand on the banks of the Rubicon of Love.  Facing our True Love for the first time creates a River of Separation forcing our tongues to be tied and our foreheads to bead with anxious sweat and our throats to transform into parched deserts. 

     Telling someone “I Love You” for the first time is a potentially dangerous act.  What if, just what if, the person we vest our Love so deeply and earnestly in turns, raises a brow, then in a voice ringed with temerity replies, “but I don’t Love you!”

      The Rubicon of Love disarms any courage we may have mustered before we approached our True Love.  We are emasculated by our fear of rejection.  So we stand mute, saying nothing, and let our True Love pass without offering what is in our heart, without taking the chance to let blossom because we fear it will wilt.

      Ideally, we know True Love is unconditional, requiring no quid pro quo.  True Love as we have read about or been told asks for nothing and expects nothing in return.  It is Love for Love’s sake, regardless of whether such Love is returned.   Under this theory, we should be able to boldly tell our True Love that we love them, fearless of what the response will be, virtually being ready for anything counting on nothing.

      But is that possible?
 
     Can we fragile humans be so courageous to presume there is no pain or suffering in the rejection of such a deep and treasured emotion as Love? 

     Despite all the bards and idealism about Love, I think not.  Our emotions are as delicate as fine lace, as fragile as the skin of ripe fruit.

     Oh, how I would love to boast that rejection of my True Love would glance off me as spears against an iron shield.  But that is not the Truth.

     My heart is wounded almost daily, my Love, because I have only the Thought of Love to embrace, not its Reality.  My Love is a mere allusion.  I fear down deep that I am not worthy of your Love, and if I were to come face to face with you, my throat would constrict and my tongue would bloat for fear of you turning your back on me.

      I know so many people who are also deeply in love with another and yet for countless reasons, shy from telling them, and thus avoid sharing their most powerful human emotion—Love.

      Perhaps that is why we are so safe loving a baby or a child.   Mothers unconditionally l
ove their children, as do fathers.  Loving parents are unafraid the child will bolt from their arms and refuse their kind care.

       There is no Rubicon of Love with one’s child.

        So what is the solution to my Fear of Love, to all our Fears of Love?

        It is, my Dearest, to not fear the pain and suffering of being rejected by Love.   Oh yes, there is much of both in the body of Love.   To endure the pain and suffering that is attendant with all Love is the test of it.  Courage must trump fear.

        Isn’t it true, my Darling, that we all expect our Love to love us with the passion we love them?  And when they don’t, don’t we feel rejected, abused?

        But if we realize that all expectations are battle lines, and the mere presence of an expectation about Love is like drawing a line in the sand, we limit our pain and suffering if we are rejected.   It is a Crime Against Love to spend our lives sitting on the safe side of the Rubicon, wasting Love’s time by deciding whether to cross and confront Love with our inner Truth.  Regardless of our fears and trepidations, we must cross the Rubicon of Love.  We must face Love’s Truth, regardless of its consequences.

        So what if we could Love without expectations?   What if we could approach Love from a fearless point of view?  There would be no battle lines, no Rubicon.   We would be free of the knot of fear.  Free of our fears of rejection.

       And that’s why, my Love, I always see you as a baby, a Child of Love’s Innocence.  You are my child and our Love is unconditional.

        That way I am not afraid, for as a Father of Love I would lay down my life to protect you from any and all harm, and, no matter whether you loved me or not, my Love for you would be unshakeable.

         With such a thought, there is no Rubicon of Love.

       So, to those who fear telling the one you Love you Love them, think of them a Child of Love.   Be the Parent of Love.  Have the Courage of Love to express it, and if such Love is returned as you might expect be joyous you have crossed the Rubicon of Love and defeated the enemy of happiness—the Fear of Love.

           Forever Yours at the Rubicon of Love,

          

 Cyrano!
 Anderson-McKenzie

As The Thorn Protects The Rose, My Pen Protects Our Love

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