I’ve often been tempted to write about love and relationships.  I know.  Eww stuff.  What’s up dude?   

The short reason is that I’ve just witnessed a break-up of a good, sweet, young couple and I feel really sorry for them.  And through the years I’ve known long-married couples who’ve ended up in messy splits.  Some relationships are doomed from the start – those people that hook-up for the wrong reasons, thinking that it’s love when it’s something much less.  But you have to wonder about relationships that last for years and years, only to crumble and leave nothing but bitterness. 

I think the most common reason relationships fail is because of the wrong notion of what love is. 

The Road Less Traveled was published in 1978.  It’s a book written by American psychiatrist M. Scott Peck and it’s essentially about achieving fulfillment in life.  It took me awhile to finish it, as it can get pretty heavy in places, and Peck sometimes writes as if he’s recording medical notes. But it was well worth the effort.  The book starts with the line:  ”Life is difficult”.  Peck says that a lot of the frustration in life lies in the wrong assumption that life must be easy and problem-free.  If we accept that life is all about problems and that we should learn to get used to overcoming them despite the pain and effort involved, then we start to find more contentment and satisfaction in living.   A big part of the book talks about love and Peck talks about the misconception of equating romantic love with true love. 

He says that a better term for what we call romantic love is ‘cathexis’.   The dictionary definition of cathect is:  to invest emotional energy in (a person, an object, or idea).  Cathexis explains why we say that we love a pet, or we love an actor, or a singer.   There is a certain joy we feel when we play and care for our pets and it reciprocates with what seems to be gratefulness.  Fans scream because they cannot resist the excitement that bubbles up when they see a favorite actor or singer.   It’s also the same thing when we say that we love, for instance, a hobby.  Words like pleasure, passion, good vibes, and happiness come into play.  We give it time, attention, and money because it gives us a good feeling and it leaves us satisfied.   

It’s essentially the same with romantic love.  Romantic love is what we see in the movies.  Romantic love proposes that each of one of us has a destined partner and that should we meet, we would live happily ever after.  If you like tuning in to Discovery or the science channels on TV, you’ll know that attraction has been reduced to terms such as facial symmetry and body part ratios and that it’s actual hormones or chemicals in the body that trigger blood rush and light-headedness and giddiness and all that.  Cathexis is the honeymoon, the period of swooning, the inseparableness, the whirlwind romance. 

But as anyone who has been in any significant relationship knows, cathexis is only temporary.  It goes away. It can be 9 weeks, 6 months – it’s not a question of if it will go away, it’s just a question of when it’s going away.  But while cathexis is not love, it should be there to allow two people to be close to each other.   True love kicks in after cathexis.  Love is not a feeling.  Love is an act.  It is a conscious decision to do something for another person.  ”Love is as love does.” 

What does it mean, that love is a conscious decision?  Picture a couple who are in a situation where it’s difficult for them to find a common time to see each other.  Perhaps work demands that they go on different shifts or another’s career workload will require much attention for a couple of months.   Couples who want the relationship to work will set aside a common time to spend with each other.  They will be creative – they might leave video messages or use skype or do live video.   The act of resisting the temptation to be with someone else who is physically available when your partner isn’t, is a conscious decision dictated by your capacity for loving the other person.   

Some will say that it’s hard to resist temptation and that since we are only human, we are frail and prone to failure.  Peck also talks about discipline.  He says discipline has four aspects: 

  • Delaying Gratification – essentially sacrificing present comfort for future gains 
  • Acceptance of Responsibility  - be responsible for one’s decisions (don’t say the alcohol did it) 
  • Dedication to Truth – honesty, in word and deed 
  • Balancing – handling conflicting needs 

So yes, I agree that as humans, we are imperfect.  But because we ARE thinking humans, we also have the capacity to overcome our weaknesses through discipline.  And that’s my main objection when someone says that he or she couldn’t help but be attracted to another. 

People in long relationships have often said that they fall in love over and over again.  I believe that’s true.  Cathexis does come back again and again, but this time it’s no longer just a result of random physical attraction, but rather a result of a conscious effort to love.   

So people, stop saying the spark is no longer there. Make it spark.  Let it burn.  And keep it aflame.  And to quote Gary Granada,  ”…lilipad ang saranggola sa ulan.”

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The first time I sat through a UP Integrated School graduation, it was my own. And while I still remember the first two lines of Mr. Lauron’s ridiculous graduation song, the only other thing I remember is how emotional the farewells and the hugs were after the ceremony. We didn’t have Facebook back then. A few were leaving for the States, and not all of the rest were going to UP Diliman for college. We were uncertain if we’d meet again. And at that moment the special friendship you had with that special friend is made all the more precious and fleeting.

31 years later, there I sat again. And while it was now my eldest who was graduating, I was still emotional. My wife had passed on barely a month earlier. Diego’s graduation was something of a goal she held on to for strength as she wanted to be there. And I don’t know which was more emotion-inducing, the hard fact that she wasn’t there, or the fervent wish that perhaps the truth was that death was the only way she could leave her disease-ridden body and be there.

Add another 2 years, and I’m there again for Nicco’s graduation. I knew it was the last time for me to sit there – for a while maybe, should it still be the school for some of my future grandchildren. And while I wished for something to make the moment extra special, the stoic me just sat there like a lump. That was, of all things, until the valedictory. Most valedictories are boring. It’s delivered by the student with the highest marks and most awards and while one marvels at the big words and ideas, it usually sounds like a slow homily. But this time, you know it’s going to be special when in the middle of his speech, the top student pauses and says something like – Hindi ko nga alam ba’t ako nandito, eh tambay ako ng guidance office (I don’t know why I’m here doing this, when I’ve always been summoned to the guidance office). He then proceeds to take a dig at his teachers -very subtly and with a lot of class, and he mentions his special friends and thanks each one for the different things he learned from them. You know it’s almost the end of the speech, then he says something like: At higit sa lahat gusto kong pasalamatan si J—, dahil tinuruan mo akong magmahal (And most of all, I’d like to thank J—, because you taught me how to love).

And as the graduating class cheers, he goes on to describe what was like to be in love with this girl. And the graduation ends on such a high cheery note that I forget to pump my fist on the last stanza of UP Naming Mahal.

Bold, honest, and innocent. Even bolder when I find out later that J— isn’t the valedictorian’s girl! And I guess that explains why after the ceremony, I saw his dad talking to the girl’s dad and trying to pass off his son’s statements as a youthful prank. BTW the girl’s dad was a pastor.

But you and I and anyone who has ever been in love know that it wasn’t just a prank. So there I sat, thinking about this young man’s pure and innocent emotion overwhelming him, and then thinking about how complicated love gets as we grow older. Or maybe love never really gets complicated, but we do.

This is for FH and RO, who are going through a rough patch. Time does heal all wounds, I know that now. The thing is, we don’t know how much time each of us is given.

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It’s a once-every-four-years date and I thought I should post something.

Something.

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I’m about to log out for the week and I had a brief urge to Yabba Dabba Doo a’la Fred Flinstone. Ah the joy of the end of the work week. And then it hit me.

Fred used to be my dad, and all the dads and adults and old people I knew.

And now I’m him.

 

Borrowing from a well worn-out saying: It’s not how many times you stop blogging. It’s how many times you start blogging again. 

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I wonder if the date has anything to do with it. Luth will have been gone two years this Sunday, the 26th.

Or maybe because it was Ash Wednesday yesterday and I’m more reflective. 

It is strange how our pains can bring us closer to God. The other day work-stress just got a little too much and I actually found myself walking over to that little chapel in the middle of Greenbelt. So I just sat there in the chapel asking Him what was it He wanted from me?

A few silent moments passed, and then an old man approached and asked me, “are you next?”  That was when I realized I was sitting next to the confessional. I said “No” to the man and I moved away.  And the more I ignored the none-too-subtle message, the more it tugged at me.  And so after many, many, many years, I went to confession again. Ha!  And no, my penance did not require any flagellation.

The burdens are still there to bear, but  way easier to carry, now that I know He’s always there for me.

Cho 23 Feb 2012

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Morning Coffee

My wife died in 2010.  That is it.  2010 condensed in five words and a period.  I’ve yet to write down what that meant for me.  I wonder if I ever will.  And maybe that’s the reason I’ve found it hard to write.  My number one fan (and only fan?), Myra, says that I have a story to write and that I should write it down.  But I don’t really know where to start.  And I’m certainly not doing it now.  This is my attempt to write down 2010.

She died in February 2010.  What happened next is pretty much a blur.  But I do know that I finished 15 books this year.  I think that’s a record of sorts for me.  And I think listing them down pretty much summarizes the blur.

  • All I Really Needed to Know I Learned In Kindergarten (this is the updated version; I was obviously looking for answers)
  • The Devil’s Punchbowl (Luth and I discovered Greg Iles right about the time she started to get sick – we read everything together; except for this one which came out this year.  I read it anyway in the hope that by reading it, I would be able to share the adventure with her.  I hope she enjoyed it as much as I did)
  • How To Talk To A Widower (This is the book that turned everything around for me.  Dark.  Funny.  Essentially F-U and don’t mess with my grief. Doug Parker is wonderfully imperfect.  The start of my new serial hunt for Jonathan Tropper’s work)
  • Love Story (Began my effort to wallow in emotion and see if I get saturated to the point of numbness)
  • The Notebook (Aside from reading this one, I also saw the movie version of Nicholas Sparks’ Nights in Rodanthe.   I soon wrote the two ‘fiction’ pieces here in my blog after reading Love Story & The Notebook)
  • The Book of Joe (Reaffirmation that Jonathan Tropper writes for me)
  • Pygmy (Chuck Palahniuk really writes weird.  But yes the world has bigger problems than I do)
  • This is Where I Leave You (Jonathan Tropper)
  • Everything Changes (Jonathan Tropper)
  • Look at the Birdie (Jonathan Tropper says Kurt Vonnegut is a major influence so I picked this one up)
  • Breakfast of Champions
  • Less Than Zero (Bleak, No Future, Walang Pakialam.  I miss the 80s)
  • The Road Less Traveled (This one needs a post of it’s own.  I finally finished reading it after 5 years or so)
  • The Lost Symbol (Yes, I also read idiotic popcorn fiction)
  • Outliers (Lots to know, lots to learn.  Malcolm Gladwell always manages to give a fresh perspective on how to view the world)

15 books.

I think it means that I sought to understand.  I sought to find answers.  I wanted to understand a lot, lot, more.   And I like what I’ve seen.  There is a whole other world out there and while it certainly feels like everything is “been there, done that”,  I know I am so wrong.  Endless adventures await should I decide to do the brave thing and start living and learning again.   And I think I’ve kicked off the adventure pretty aggressively by transferring jobs in November.

I’m currently reading Hitori Nakano’s Train Man.  It’s about a young man who meets a girl on a train.  He’s SMITTEN (yes in caps!).  But he’s a geek and does not know what to do.  So he posts on an online forum and he finds help and support from the ‘net.

I’m rooting for him of course.   Despite everything, love is a wonderful thing.  Living, Learning, Loving.


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I’m trying to test blogging by sending an email via my mobile phone. It sounds strange given that this is a smartphone and I should be able to post directly on my blog by accessing it on the phone. Well I could, but the blog isn’t mobile friendly and it’s tedious to have to scroll all over the place.

And I’m also trying to prove that I dont need a netbook or an Ipad. Or maybe I’m trying to prove that I need one. Hahahaha.

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