Hmm. There are a lot of frogs still waiting for that leap of faith and a kiss. Books and covers and all that pre judging label stuff ruins finding prince
I have so many opinions about this, because when we got married in 1994 i was her knight in shining armor. She was 20 and I was 7 years older, so she saw me as that prince.
Now today she admits she was tremendously naive then, however she has expected from me all of the things you talked about and I have tried to meet those expectations my whole life with her. So, yes, I have opinions. Not worthy of a comment, but rather a discussion. Because you’re not wrong to hold these expectations, However, few men in today’s economic culture are capable of becoming that guy. So your scope better be on night vision so you can find him. 💪🏻❤️🩹🙌🏻
Thank you for sharing such a heartfelt post. Your strength as a brilliant and independent woman, your clarity as a writer and your longing to remain the princess you were born to be billowed out in exquisite ways -- like a heart-shaped mushroom cloud from a precision-guided nuclear missile landing directly on its target. I wish I had a magic wand to conjure up the man for you whom you see carved in your heart. Because I don't, I offer the following encouragement:
-- Do not give up.
-- Do not lose hope.
-- Protect your heart, but don't be afraid to open it when the right man comes along.
What really resonated with me in what you wrote is that my wife is like you. She is a Disney princess too and wanted all those things. I'm so lucky we were able to get to know each other because I have been able to treat her in the manner she deserves. In return, I have been blessed with an incredible woman.
Here's the poignant part: she has a terminal illness. I knew when I married her that she had a 50-percent chance of getting it, genetically speaking. In 2018, she started showing symptoms and took a genetic test. She has what's called Huntington's disease, a rare illness (only 33,000 people in the U.S. have it) that runs in her father's side of the family. It's described as having the equivalent of Alzheimer's, Parkinson's and ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease).
As her disease progresses, I have the privilege to take care of her. No matter how much it robs her of who she is -- and it is robbing her in devastating ways as her mind is being turned to mush and she is not able to control her muscles, which means she won't be able to eat one day -- I still see her as who she is: brilliant, independent, beautiful, sexy, thoughtful, kind, and hilarious.
My point in sharing all this is that we are all terminal. We will all die one day. In her case, we know there will be a tremendous amount of suffering. So what do we do in the time we have been given? We treat each moment as precious. We love deeply. We appreciate everything. All is a gift. Everyone, no matter how annoying they are, are gifts because we can all learn from each other of how to be and how not to be.
So, when I write to encourage you, I am writing as someone who sees you as a gift. And one day you will meet a man who will be a gift to you. And you will be a gift to him. What do you from now until then? I say you keep growing; you keep hoping; you keep laughing, and crying; and you keep open to the possibility that life will give you the gift that you are dreaming about.
So please keep living fully, not in despair, but with gratitude because each second on earth is a gift.
I have one final thing to share. It's a beautiful poem by Johann W. Von Goethe. It reminds me of what's in your heart. It's called "The Holy Longing":
Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
because the mass man will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
what longs to be burned to death.
In the calm water of the love-nights,
where you were begotten, where you have begotten,
a strange feeling comes over you,
when you see the silent candle burning.
Now you are no longer caught in the obsession with darkness,
and a desire for higher love-making sweeps you upward.
Distance does not make you falter.
Now, arriving in magic, flying,
and finally, insane for the light,
you are the butterfly and you are gone.
And so long as you haven't experienced this: to die and so to grow,
Hmm. There are a lot of frogs still waiting for that leap of faith and a kiss. Books and covers and all that pre judging label stuff ruins finding prince
Did you speak to my wife before writing this?
I have so many opinions about this, because when we got married in 1994 i was her knight in shining armor. She was 20 and I was 7 years older, so she saw me as that prince.
Now today she admits she was tremendously naive then, however she has expected from me all of the things you talked about and I have tried to meet those expectations my whole life with her. So, yes, I have opinions. Not worthy of a comment, but rather a discussion. Because you’re not wrong to hold these expectations, However, few men in today’s economic culture are capable of becoming that guy. So your scope better be on night vision so you can find him. 💪🏻❤️🩹🙌🏻
thank you for sharing. I’d love to learn more!
Thank you for sharing such a heartfelt post. Your strength as a brilliant and independent woman, your clarity as a writer and your longing to remain the princess you were born to be billowed out in exquisite ways -- like a heart-shaped mushroom cloud from a precision-guided nuclear missile landing directly on its target. I wish I had a magic wand to conjure up the man for you whom you see carved in your heart. Because I don't, I offer the following encouragement:
-- Do not give up.
-- Do not lose hope.
-- Protect your heart, but don't be afraid to open it when the right man comes along.
What really resonated with me in what you wrote is that my wife is like you. She is a Disney princess too and wanted all those things. I'm so lucky we were able to get to know each other because I have been able to treat her in the manner she deserves. In return, I have been blessed with an incredible woman.
Here's the poignant part: she has a terminal illness. I knew when I married her that she had a 50-percent chance of getting it, genetically speaking. In 2018, she started showing symptoms and took a genetic test. She has what's called Huntington's disease, a rare illness (only 33,000 people in the U.S. have it) that runs in her father's side of the family. It's described as having the equivalent of Alzheimer's, Parkinson's and ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease).
As her disease progresses, I have the privilege to take care of her. No matter how much it robs her of who she is -- and it is robbing her in devastating ways as her mind is being turned to mush and she is not able to control her muscles, which means she won't be able to eat one day -- I still see her as who she is: brilliant, independent, beautiful, sexy, thoughtful, kind, and hilarious.
My point in sharing all this is that we are all terminal. We will all die one day. In her case, we know there will be a tremendous amount of suffering. So what do we do in the time we have been given? We treat each moment as precious. We love deeply. We appreciate everything. All is a gift. Everyone, no matter how annoying they are, are gifts because we can all learn from each other of how to be and how not to be.
So, when I write to encourage you, I am writing as someone who sees you as a gift. And one day you will meet a man who will be a gift to you. And you will be a gift to him. What do you from now until then? I say you keep growing; you keep hoping; you keep laughing, and crying; and you keep open to the possibility that life will give you the gift that you are dreaming about.
So please keep living fully, not in despair, but with gratitude because each second on earth is a gift.
I have one final thing to share. It's a beautiful poem by Johann W. Von Goethe. It reminds me of what's in your heart. It's called "The Holy Longing":
Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
because the mass man will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
what longs to be burned to death.
In the calm water of the love-nights,
where you were begotten, where you have begotten,
a strange feeling comes over you,
when you see the silent candle burning.
Now you are no longer caught in the obsession with darkness,
and a desire for higher love-making sweeps you upward.
Distance does not make you falter.
Now, arriving in magic, flying,
and finally, insane for the light,
you are the butterfly and you are gone.
And so long as you haven't experienced this: to die and so to grow,
you are only a troubled guest on the dark earth.