“Grow”er not a “show”er
Let's talk about love, folks – no fancy words, just real talk. Today, I’m “diving” into the idea that love isn't just about sweet romance. It's about building a strong friendship, like those old oak trees that have stood the test of time. The love we grow with our friends that is the rock-solid foundation for all our important connections. It's the reliable friendship that sticks with us through thick and thin, a constant support no matter what happens. These are the friends who really get you, who've been there through the good times and the tough times. Growing in love isn't just about romance; it's the basis for all the colorful connections that make up our lives, creating a space as diverse as a blooming flower garden.
With that being said, now, let's jump into the classic trope of "falling in love." The phrase itself brings up images of diving headfirst into a fancy world where a gilded framed reality dances around your special someone. You're on a rollercoaster of passion, zooming through infatuation akin to a runaway freight train. Falling in love is a wild adventure, where you jump off a cliff into the unknown at some point. It's a rapid drop into a world where you're open and kind of vulnerable, with your heart leading the way and control slipping away like sand through your fingers. The fall can be exciting, with lots of strong feelings and a dizzy feeling of being taken away. But there can be a crash waiting underneath it all. When love hits the ground, it can be as gentle as glass meeting a hard surface. This crash can make us feel exposed and delicate, as the borders of the heart meet reality, showing us that love, despite being wonderful, can also be fragile and hard to predict. Falling in love takes you on a wild adventure, into the unknown. It's thrilling, sure, but who needs that kind of uncertainty in their life?
Now, here's the grown-up alternative I’m working on – the art of "growing in love." It's like taking care of a lush garden. You plant the seeds of affection and nurture them over time. As your love grows, it becomes as strong as an old oak tree, standing tall through all the seasons, getting better and stronger and more robust with each passing day.
So, how do you create this delightful garden?
Like anything, you have to build a strong foundation, so trust is vital, trust is the fertile soil where your love grows. It might take time to build a good base, but once it's there, your love has a sturdy foundation. No storm can shake you. Then start by planting the seeds of friendship first. Get to know your partner beyond the surface and the bedroom. Learn about their quirks, dreams, and vulnerabilities. This friendship is the solid base of your love, like a gardener preparing the soil. Communication is key so keep talking. Open, honest, and respectful talks keep your relationship strong. Don't let misunderstandings take over like invasive weeds in your garden. So, cut out negativity, like a good gardener, trim away the dead branches, eliminate negativity from your story. Forgiveness of previous mistakes and letting go of past grudges will let your new relationship flourish. Face challenges together, every garden and relationship faces storms. When you're growing in love, you face challenges as a team, ready to manage whatever life throws your way. The best part is you get to watch it thrive. As time passes, your love deepens, you both celebrate the small and big moments, appreciating the love you've nurtured. Your relationship is supposed to be a well-tended garden, it shows your level of care and dedication
So, consider the art of "growing in love." Each day you choose to tend to it your affection grows stronger, and the roots go even deeper adding more stability. It anchors your relationship in understanding, trust, and commitment – a love that lasts through all seasons, like the old oak tree.
So why go for the thrill of free-falling off a cliff (which is exhilarating) when you can cultivate a love as reliable as the ground beneath your feet?
The choice is yours, my friends.
