The thing is, I know there is something that stands between us, that prevents me from throwing myself entirely to you. I know that I must get rid of it for me to be a perfect being filled with unconditional love. But the problem is, every time I feel that I am losing that thing, I hang on to it tighter. I am afraid of losing it.
Because that thing is me.
I am but a human being.
I have emotions that need tendering.
I strain under pressure.
I am vulnerable to my own weaknesses.
I have my desires and fears.
I have pride and shame.
I make mistakes.
I get defensive when I feel threat.
I have my own thoughts and anxieties.
I have wants and needs.
I do not have unlimited patience and acceptance.
I feel angry and upset and disappointed and depressed in unpleasant situations.
Will you ever realize what stand in front of you is an imperfect creature with the above limitations, instead of an idealized perfect machine that can be freely programmed to suit you?
Song of the moment
Moons and junes and ferris wheels,
the dizzy dancing way you feel,
As every fairy tale comes real,
I've looked at love that way.
But now it's just another show,
you leave 'em laughing when you go,
and if you care, don't let them know,
don't give yourself away.
I've looked at love from both sides now,
from give and take, and still somehow,
it's love's illusions I recall.
I really don't know love at all.
Both sides now, from Joni Mitchell