To my surprise, Falling in love twice with the same person is a lot more exhilarating than most give it credit for! It is filled with a mixture of anticipation, worry, and fear along side a determination, a courage and a gentleness.

Come to think of it, a lot about love has been down played over the decades and I have been both pleasantly surprised and immensely encouraged by how wrong they have gotten it!

We often hear statements like, “ love is not all that” or  “sex is over rated,” and these are usually followed by bitter statements like “ men are all the same… DOGS” or “marriage will suck the life out of you” among others. Do you sense a pattern here?  On the one hand, we have a powerful downplay of all that was once pleasurable and esteemed as sacred, sacrosanct, hallowed… and on the other, there is heavy reason why one shouldn’t esteem this one known sacredness of hedonism.

I have found in my love adventures that loving again, is more curative than a combination all life’s toxins right from resentment or hatred to ecstasy, or morphine. Loving again, is the single most purely courageous thing a man with a broken heart can ever do. It is a pressure point to greatness.

For most men this is what loving again means,

“ I have been hurt but I am not dead yet.

I ‘m afraid, but I have faced it

I  am anxious, but determined…

I am a man…in Love again”

Now all this might be cheesy for most, but for the men who have truly loved and have truly lost…. There is no greater demonstration of strength.  This goes for the married and the not so married alike. Imagine with me for a second, how the world would be if it were filled with more men that loved again. If more Men fell in love with their wives again and again, If forgiveness, courage, determination and gentleness dictated the path of love for men….
This, our very broken world would see a healing such as never before! A reclaiming of life’s purity from the snares of a darkened realm!

It is not without risk that one loves again. The pain of loss in that moment is insufferable. I equate it to giving birth. Excruciating as it may be, an introduction of a life supersedes all pain.  To men, Love is life.

A man that loves, lives life. A man that loves again, experiences life!

To all men great and small, may love be re-lived.

Love again.