Sunday, October 25, 2009

Concerning Tennis Balls

Control is an illusion

Its like a tennis ball that you throw into the sea.

You believe it will come back due to the tide and you think that this expectation is control.

But it isnt.

Im against principles if all we use them for is to prove a point. Im for principles if they make us better people for ourselves. Its difficult to balance this. Even the biggest safety net of regret is just a bunch of holes tied together. Thats the thing really, no one looks at it that way. No one considers the hole in the doughnut to be included in the price. Wouldnt be much of a doughnut without that hole.

We are so afraid of love. Sometimes when we give too much of ourselves, we get worried that some of it will spill onto the cobblestone pathways and alleys and be lost forever. I wouldn't want to quantify love. It isnt a bucket of paint that splashes on my shoes when i run towards someone.

Im between reflection and action. Hope is independent of this. But not hate. That is why I feel it is better to have hope. At the same time I am not saying we should be deluded.

To be in love is not to be in control. Love cannot be controlled. Yes, it can be manipulated, twisted and inhibited.. but it can never be controlled.

I think we are all just tennis balls



Nooj said...

I don't think we can view love as a homogenous entity. There are types of love we can control and there are types of love we can't. I think the love that is hardest to control is the love a true parent has for their child. I think romantic love needs control from a moral standpoint. For eg. Hadith - Ahmad and Al-Tirmidhi 3118, Narrated Umar ibn al-Khattab , Tirmidhi transmitted it.The Prophet said, "Whenever a man is alone with a woman the Devil makes a third." And of course, Allah swt has only given the devil the power we accede to him and our nafs is also part of this.

Prixie said...

wow, you think a LOT. but love, what can be said? it has a different face everyday and a new mood every hour. its just - unexplainable.

Fathima said...

I'd dash in and swim to retrieve my tennis ball. I'd find it hard to trust or expect the sea's tide to bring it back to me.
I guess i'd probably hold on tight to my tennis ball.

To love, i guess i expect a return. a similiar reflection of what i give of a piece of myself.
I'd be huffy if the love returned was less, or uncomfortable if it was more.
And it's said that love cannot be measured. BS.