Entangled, again, in the power of love

The phenomenal development of this blog is unprecedented. In so short a time it has overtaken my other blogs in terms of Alexa rank and Technorati. In less than two months without  even a dozen posts, the Alexa rank is 878,269 while the Technorati rank is 40715, as of this post.

Alexa is a quick and easy way to estimate how popular your site is compared to other sites. It show that how popular your website or blog is in term of Traffic. Ratings start from 1 to 20,000,000 and even beyond. The lower the number, the better your Alexa rating is.

Technorati, on the other hand, is a directory and ranking-tool for blogs. Ranking on Technorati is advantageous to blog in terms of big boost in traffic and general credibility. Technorati Rank is a site’s rank among the Technorati Authority of all sites. 1 is the highest rank. Technorati also provides a ranking of sites by authority, overall and within categories.  Authority is on a scale of 0-1000. In this ranking system, the higher the number, the better.

While there have been expressed reservations and criticisms on their accuracy, some continue to believe that the ranking inevitably influences the marketability of the blog,  provides inspiration to bloggers,  and ( for the entrepreneur minded) attracts the advertisers.

Likewise, the blog has gained 714  hits and hundreds of visitors from various countries, as  this  post is being drafted.  Once published, the number will certainly increase.

Personally, I cannot help but feel awed by this development and attribute this to the power of love. I have tried creating and maintaining blogs on various niche – politics, spirituality, development, activism, social action, voluntarism inherent in my conviction and position. But some could not reach the less than a million rank. While it is true that my other blogs succeeded to reach better rank than the Endearing Realities do, they  took  longer period with constant posts to sustain respective ranks. However, when I aimlessly venture on love story, I seem to find meaning in what I do, being entangled again in the power of love.

This blog is a tribute to a woman for successfully touching a soft spot in my being whose impact until now I cannot fully explain. Of all the women I met in my life, yea I have related with, there is only one worth comparing i.e. my beloved wife. I am not saying that the other women I have loved were less significant. I have valued them and treasured our relationship. But the extent of inspiration and challenge, as well as the gentle, albeit imposing or should I say domineering approach of the aforementioned duo makes the distinction. Coupled with their trustworthiness and simplicity of lifestyle that seems to take offense on lavish ways and even praises. I have attempted to find some explanations  and elaborate one in my previous blog. But they are still inadequate.

Beyond imagination, without even robbing the love and attention I have for my wife, this woman has inspired me to create this blog. Her ambivalent reactions to my appreciation and admiration have sustained my posts. How long? I don’t know. Just as I can never tell whether I will ever sustain this blog’s phenomenal growth.

Looking back, I treated her just like any other member of our class. Although from the start she already exudes some kind of wits, charms, kindness, gentleness, sweetness and other qualities I admire. It was when I asked her help to facilitate my paper in her hometown that we started our constant communication. Most often, exchanging jokes and wits. We seemed to enjoy the new found friendship. Until due to unguarded recklessness, typically of me (at times), I offended her with my annoying innuendos and bothersome allusions and illusions. Still, she handled that rage with civility and grace which, surprisingly, intensified the pain I felt in the process of resolution and reconciliation.

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Thereafter, I become overcautious not to renege on my promise never to hurt her again that way. Although, at times, my naughtiness attempts to test the water because despite the corresponding alienation, I seem to miss those moments when she freely expressed what was inside her. My previous posts and the upcoming ones, with periodic interlude of excerpts culled  from my father’s diary, will determine the extent and sustainability of the phenomenal growth of this blog. And, perhaps, to a certain degree, how far our relationship will go based on her only demand – a clean and wholesome one. Expect more posts  as I find myself being entangled, again, in the power of love.

I guess I found some answers: Here’s one…

In the previous post, I asked what is in you that caused  this strange yet true feeling in me? I guess I found some answers.

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Your charms, wits, charisma might have come at a time when I was unconsciously longing for such.  Once I  was blessed to meet a person with similar traits. In fact,  I was so fascinated that I wooed her and succeeded to seal our covenant to have each other in sickness and in health, till death do us part. Death almost  take its role but failed. Yet the love for service deprived me of her. She has now served as inspiration to others who feel blessed by her voluntary engagement in service.

And who am I to curtail their privilege? How can I deprive her of right to actualize self, as Maslow conceived it to be,  apart from me? Am I not the one who exhibited such passion in service which contaminated her? Aren’t the circumstances leading to where she is now my own doings? It was my initiatives and commitment that forced her to take the cudgel for me because of my multiple tasks. Throughout our relationship, she has internalized the value of service including the risks inherent on it. She has been aware of my past commitments, and even had the foretaste of the risks involved in the name of service.

I will never forget her response when I became over protective and tried to remind her of the risks and the consequences of her devotion, especially because she is a woman. She asked, in return:

 “Don’t you know the extent of my worries and fears when you involved yourself to any of the causes you have been in? But  I tried to understand you because I believe in your cause. But why stop me now? Can’t I take same risks? Am I not worthy of the cause?“

I felt humiliated and forever hold my peace. For indeed who am I to deprive her, or any one else, of the opportunity to serve the people or do the will of God according to how they hear and respond to  the still small voice?

Since then I included my wife to Khalil Gibran’s poetic assertion that

They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

I  conditioned myself to remain unaffected by missing and yearning for my loved ones. I might have become stoic and  falsely take pride on my seeming invincibility after surviving  the most critical and crucial encounter with the harsh but endearing realities of life and death.   I might have forgotten  my vulnerable humanity or keep it locked up inside the “mind over body” framework.

Taken from powerofwho.wordpress.com

And then you came, unaware of most intimate things in my life and freely  engaged me in a fresh relationship, uncontaminated, unadulterated by my past. Unconsciously, nay unintentionally, you might have found the key that unlock my suppressed emotions. Like the opened dam, all of my humanity found expressions and relief in  your friendship.

What  more?You have impressed me by accepting me just as I am without  any reservation on what and where I had been.You made me feel at ease and comfortable  in our friendship. This will be the next subject of my succeeding  posts.

(More answers on next posts)