Blurred Vision

Blurred Vision is a concept of a growing mind. A mind that needs nourishment, cleansing and maintenance. We go through life clearing the fog that blurs what we see and how we see it. It also changes how we think and how we hear. The fog does not make you imperfect, but it also does not make you perfect. The fog is simply there to remind us that we are human and not meant to be perfect without rough edges. That is how we grow. That is how we learn. That is how we are meant to understand love. The most overrated emotions to be thoughtfully torn up and explained. It is the emotion that is capitalized during many occasions throughout the year. What if we weren't taught to love? What if love was only a concept? A born conception from a philosopher's point of view? You see what I did, view is vision and vision is a view.  

Basic Senses teaches us to hear with our ears, smell with our nose, taste with our tongue, and see with our eyes. What if I told you that as we grow more influenced and more empowered, we see not just with our eyes, taste not with just our tongues, and hear not just with our ears? 

As we grow our vision is blurred based upon how well we water our knowledge garden. We mold our vision based upon how we perceive what we experience past and present not just based upon what we see for an objective moment in time. We mold this vision, also upon how we perceive what we hear through our experiences, taste during our experiences. This in turn shapes our view points on love and how that should play out in our lives. You see human condition states that we should leave space for love, so we created a box system for this. Particularly a cubby hole. A place where we store things and make room to store more things. We have a cubby hole for love in our hearts, minds and for some our souls. It is unfortunate to have a cubby hole for love, but that is how humans operate.  

A flaw in our design is the concept of making room for love. Changing for love. Rearranging for love. Bending backwards for love. Then on the other token you have people who compliment for love. Those find comfort in love. Finding peace in love. Do you see simple human how blurred our vision is for love? No? Then you too have compartmentalized love. Unfortunate to hear, am I right?  

You are not perfect. A perfect vision is a poor excuse for an enlightened human. It is and unapologetically simple human, perfection does not exist. Perfection is not love, growth, nor should it be the achievement or end goal for either.   

Do you not see simple human that our vision comes not from our sight, but from our soul's perception of our reality? Our souls are ancient, reincarnated versions of who we were many life times before. I too, am not perfect, my vision on love grows every day as I explore what love is, where it belongs in my life or more importantly does love just simply exists without the need to be compartmentalized? My answer has changed many times over about love.  

The fog for me is clearing about the simple topic of love.  

Love is love. Simple as that. It breathes when we breathe. It sees when we see. It hears when we hear. It tastes as we taste.  

Love does not belong in a cubby hole. It doesn't need four walls, a roof and a floor to exist. Love belongs right where it floats. It influences where needed. Touches where it is expected. Teaches when the student presents itself. Love needs openness to explores in limitless corners.   

Corners you silly human only has edges when you create them for yourself. Just like how the perception of love is a blurred vision of a perfect love that as no space in this life or lifetimes after this. Perfect love doesn't exist. Love only exists in empowered minds willing to explore its meaning. You can go days and moments tearing love down just to simply understand its simple complexity. Its an oxymoron, but simple human we need to get our minds out of compartmentalizing ideals just to fit our stake in this society.  

We have a right to question current meanings of love.  

We have a right to tear love apart for the sake of growing our minds to clear our fog.  

To clear our boxes is to clear the fog a bit. To allow love to simply exist.  

It is our being. Love is our being. It doesn't belong here or there. In this or that. It belongs here, between nothing and everything at the same moment.