Rise In Love...

Falling in love.

I never seemed to have an issue with this particular phrase. Maybe it's because we use it so widely, and accept it as the 'standard' love procedure, that we haven't actually stopped to consider what it means. What has ever been good about any kind of falling anyway?

After a series of events that would inevitably lead any individual to be described as 'broken', in every conceivable sense of the word, I have started to re-evaluate the meaning of the phrase 'to fall in love', prompted by the words that came to me as the opening line for a new poetry piece:

I slipped and tripped and fell... in Love.

That about sums it up. Falling in love until now has meant nothing but metaphorical cuts, scratches, bruises, bloody knees and broken pieces of Heart, with a concussion or two thrown in thanks to banging my head on the way down. Falling in love leaves you disoriented, dazed, unsure of where to go or what to do, or even how the hell it happened in the first place - that's the slipping and tripping part. No warning. Note that banging your head when falling in love means that all common sense flies out the window (or out the abyss in this case).

Some of these love associations have been way too violent and harmful for my liking. Look at the word 'heart-broken'. It's only broken because you 'slipped and tripped and fell', right? 

Isn't Love supposed to lift us up? Isn't Love supposed to nurture our souls and help us grow? Isn't Love the be all and end all of Life? If that's the case (and I would like to sincerely believe that it is, otherwise why are we here?), then I would like to propose an alternative:

How about the next time Love comes our way, we don't have to be afraid of it and worry about falling in it? How about the next time Love comes around, we rise in it instead?