On Reliance:

Our minds are lined with shelves overflowing with advice that we’ve accumulated over the years. Mental libraries, divided by subjects such as love, life, and happiness. Many of the tomes covering these various subjects are made up of simple but memorable sayings to help us along our path. 

Though I believe these expressions are beneficial in keeping the bigger picture in our minds, I find they often lack depth and substance. One such expression I hear used often, and have been guilty of using myself, is:

if you love something, set it free; if it comes back to you, its yours.”

When I paint a picture in my head of what this expression means to me, I picture a person opening a birdcage and letting a yellow canary fly out of a narrow apartment window, or a little boy letting his excited terrier off of the leash in a park. Eventually, both owners have their pets return dutifully back to them. I think this expression serves as a powerful microcosm of the dependent relationship dynamics which characterize many modern romances.

The problem with this expression, and the picture it paints, is it associates the notion of love with both ownership and reliance. I think both the notions of ownership and reliance are contrary to that of love, yet they’ve found a place in many of our intimate relationships.


The one you love is not a car. You didn’t buy him from a salesman. She does not come with ownership papers. In order to set something free you must first be the owner of it (or at least have it in your possession). You had to of restricted his or her freedom in the first place. It seems tragically contradictory to fall in love with something when it is wild and free – whether its a bird soaring in the sky or the beautiful stranger you met on the train – only to try and capture and cage it. We have allowed the complex toxins of private ownership to leak into the simple, pure, and unrestricted stream of love. Loving someone isn’t releasing them. Loving someone is never wanting to cage them in the first place.


Reliance, in my opinion, is a much more subtle and dangerous form of ownership. The canary doesn’t return to its cage out of love, it returns because its the only source of nourishment and drink that it has ever known. The canary has grown to love its chains. It no longer believes in itself. The canary is in a state of dependency and has learned to fear a life without the cage. It fears being apart from the owner it depends on for safety, warmth, food, and water. The decision to return to the owner is both self serving, and convenient. The relationship has, from the outset, fostered a sense of real necessity.

The Bird Cage (1910) by Frederick Carl Frieseke
The Bird Cage (1910) by Frederick Carl Frieseke

I see so many words which emerge during conflict in today’s relationships that expose the same sense of necessity. We have to stay together. We need to work things out. We can’t just give up. These words are followed by the revealing of the foundations of reliance the relationship has been built upon. “She is the only one who understands me.” “No one else will accept me like he does.” “We’ve been through it all together” “I can’t be happy without her.” “I’ll be alone without him.”

We pile up these imagined conclusions as though our world didn’t exist before this person came into our lives. We begin to perceive life with this person as essential to maintaining the things we value in our world. These things range from the relatively narrow in scope, such as a specific circle of friends, a shared living arrangement, custody of the children, or the new puppy, to those broader in scope, such as our ability to be happy, accepted, appreciated, or loved. We become the canary. Our reliance becomes our cage.


I think it’s important to note that not all reliance is bad. Being committed doesn’t mean being caged. Too many people confuse commitment with a lack of freedom. Being in a relationship doesn’t mean being reliant on someone else. I really do hope the people in my life that I love the most know they can rely on me. I hope they know they can come to me for any type of help – for advice (although I can’t promise it will be very good advice), when they are feeling blue, need a shoulder to cry on, a wing man for the night, a hug, the shirt off of my back, or all of the above.

I want my significant other to rely on me. I want her to be certain she can rely on me for unconditional love, acceptance, and support for the rest of her days.

But there is a major difference between being in a relationship where you can rely on one another, and one where one (or both) of you feel like you must rely on your significant other. 

In the former situation, a couple is adding additional wind under each others’ wings. In the latter scenario, one or both partners are chained to the other by shackles cast in iron reliance.

The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.” – Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays.

We must be the canary without the cage. Be responsible for your own happiness, acceptance, self-belief, growth, success, and well-being, because no one else can ever give you those things. Don’t create your own prison by accepting the delusion that someone can.

And, as much as you may want to, you can’t provide any of those things for another person, either. So don’t be the one caging another canary with promises to provide them with those things. 

Instead, accept that you are responsible for your own life, and others have the same obligation to themselves as you do. The sooner you do that, the sooner you’ll find another canary just as wild, free, and as perfect as you are.

There is nothing more powerful than a love that is born out of love. I can’t think of anything more pure or beautiful than two souls soaring together for no reason other than the mutual respect and endless love they share for one another. That is a flight that will last an eternity.

Be good to each other,

– MG.

On Love:

Love will be twelve rounds of the most gruelling fight of your life. It must be constantly struggled for; it is an endless and beautiful war.

I don’t know exactly what love is, but I know a few things it isn’t. Love is not elusive. It is not an exotic animal endangered by the rampant poaching of unrealistic romantic comedies. It is not a crop that is at a risk of complete exhaustion due to the swelling number of beating hearts starving for it.

Love is as abundant as it was when white knights draped in their chivalry were in the height of fashion. It is as ever-present in us as it was in the immortalized lovers Romeo and Casanova. That universal force we call love has never changed, but our romanticism of it has.

We’ve somehow turned love into a treasure of lore that can only be obtained through toil and trouble. It has become a sort of Holy Grail, only reachable by the brave crusaders of cupid. An alchemist of love requires the perfect concoction of timing, skill, and luck to brew the elusive and everlasting elixir of Eros.

In between stone masonry and tax evasion, we’ve left love to collect dust on the shelf of dying arts. Why have we done this? Because it was easy to.



It’s easy to want to fall in love. It’s easy to be in love with the idea of love. It’s easy to imagine laying on a bed of roses and feeling completely vulnerable in the safety of that special someone’s arms wrapped tightly around you.

It’s easy to hope for your own Ryan Gosling or Rachel McAdams as you watch the Notebook with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s. It’s easy to paint, with the most passionate of oils, that perfect portrait of the young unrelenting love that we want to find.


the-notebook-kiss
I mean, who DOESN’T like the idea of a rain-soaked kiss? [Source: The Notebook]


It’s also easy to make excuses. It’s easy to build makeshift walls. They are quickly and easily erected.

Timing, distance, near or remote plans for the future, work, school, gym, yoga, grocery shopping, career progression, meal preps, pets, television series box sets, weekly (or daily) fro-yo, the past, the weather, the opinions of friends and family, or that new book that Oprah recommended, are some of the many excuses – big and small – that we use to protect us from opening ourselves up to the love that constantly surrounds both you and I.

I know very little about this crazy world we’re caught spinning in. When it comes to love I know even less, but I do know three things for certain.



The first is that there is no such thing as a perfect human being. You’re not perfect, God knows I’m not perfect, and that sweet boy or cute girl you’ve had your eye on at work certainly isn’t perfect either. Taylor Kitsch is probably the closest I’ve seen to perfection and I’m sure even he has a single flaw, somewhere.

I won’t be as cliché as to suggest that love is instead when two imperfect people are perfect for each other, because I don’t believe that either.

What I do believe is that love  will be twelve rounds of the most grueling fight of your life. 

It must be constantly struggled for; it is an endless and beautiful war. The very idea of perfection should be erased completely from our conception of love.

Love exists not between two imperfect people perfect for each other, but two lovers perfectly and sincerely at peace with one another’s imperfections, so much so that they’ve even come to regard those flaws with admiration.


Taylor Kitsch as Tim Riggins in the television show Friday Night Lights.
Taylor Kitsch as Tim Riggins in the television show Friday Night Lights. [Source: Friday Night Lights]

The second thing I know is that none of us have been without pain in our lives. Whether it was a family member, close friend, significant other, or that dickhead on your school bus, we have all been hurt by someone we have let into our lives.

That isn’t to say our hands are not bloodless, either. Conscious of it or not, we’ve done our share of the hurting as well. Every single cut we’ve suffered has left a scar and, no matter how small or insignificant it may appear on the surface, every one of them causes us to flinch a little more at the prospect of love’s left hook.

We put our gloves up and we duck for cover. We step out of the ring because we remember the pain of those scars from our first few rounds. Scars that still feel fresh in our minds. Scars we’re afraid to look at.



We should, like the prized pugilists that we are, wear those scars as the badges of honour they
are. We should be proud of every moment we’ve spent in the ring – regardless if it was a win or a loss.

Whether it was a grade three knock-out from a fling that only lasted for first recess or a unanimous decision that ended a five year romance, we need to keep our chin up. We’ve loved and lost, and that’s something we need to take pride in. It’s better than never have taken a swing.

So we can all keep comparing our scars, or we can actively work on de-constructing that flawed personal belief that we’ve somehow suffered more acutely than the person who’s chasing us. Either way, let’s get back into the ring.

The course of true love never did run smooth.” William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

The third and final certainty I possess is that love will not come to you. It will not jump your fortified walls or smash through the obstacles you’ve put in front of it. Sure, there’s always the chance that you’ll be caught out in a vulnerable moment outside of those walls, and fall deeply in love with someone.

There’s a far greater chance, however, that your many years of perfecting your defences will produce barriers too well constructed to be breached. Eventually, you’ll have effectively exhausted all of your excuses, and wake up at fifty years old as a successful, strong, and incredibly lonely person.

It’s extremely hypocritical to expect people to open themselves up to our love when we’re not willing to do the same.

I’m not saying to settle. I’m not saying to look for love just for the sake of loving. I’m just saying we should try to open ourselves up to love. Chase that butterfly feeling when you get it rather than trying to snuff it out.

I think we’d all be surprised with the results if we, for once, stopped being our own largest hindrance of real love in our lives. There will be no perfect time, and you will never truly be ready. You and I were born to love. You just need to let love in.

Be good to each other,

– MG.