I object.

Objectify one you objectify them all.

That’s what I think anyway.

There are many men and women today who would probably prefer for their significant other to only look at them with sexual desire. To be the only one their boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, or wife looks at and wants to touch or while thinking,

“I want to see more.”

Unfortunately, while many want their significant other to only look to them with this desire, they aren’t willing to do the same.

Picture this: You see your partner staring lustfully at someone else, whether on the street or on the screen. You turn to your partner, lock eyes and say,

“I want you to look only at me like that.”

But, if you are in a relationship with someone who looks at other men or women with lust, as sexual objects, that means on some level, that’s how they see you too.

So by asking them to look at you like that, you are, in turn, asking them to view you on some level as a sexual object. And objects are not loved, they’re used.

You are telling your partner that you want them to view everyone around them as a person, to respect them all. Everyone but you that is.

It’s not enough to say, “I want you to look only at me like that.”

Instead, we should be saying, “I don’t want you to look at anyone like that.”

In the second case, we are refusing to stand by while someone close to us objectifies other human beings.

The sad fact is that all too often this doesn’t happen. Every day men and women alike look at people with unbridled lust in their eyes.

Some say that this is fine, acceptable, there’s no avoiding it. A kind of “boys will be boys” mentality. Sound familiar?

However, while I agree that as human beings we are all flawed, I refuse to subscribe to the notion that we are akin to animals, slaves to our instincts or base desires.

We are more.

There is a line between acknowledging that another person is physically attractive and looking at them the same way you would a steaming hot meal.

The line is crossed when you want them. As if they were no more than a plate of food that you crave and just want to taste.

Sexual desire itself is not wrong, it’s as natural as hunger or thirst. However it is not on the same level as these things.

Hunger and thirst are applied to mere objects, food and water.

On the other hand, sexual desire applies to people, living, thinking, feeling beings with their own thoughts, values, and desires.

It is comparable to our desires for friendship, affection, and companionship. When we want to be someone’s friend, we want to be closer to them as a person. We want to understand them and to know more about them.

The trouble with sexual desire arises when it turns to lust. When we treat someone as an object to be wanted rather than a person to be known. That is when we objectify them. That is when we stop treating or thinking of them with the respect of a fellow human being.

Each of us has the power to desire being close to others as companions and as friends, instead of just wanting to see what’s beneath their shirt or pants.

People aren’t objects, and none of us should be looked at as one.

If you think that you sometimes objectify others, even without meaning to, consider this:

Next time you see someone and you think they’re pretty or handsome, just stop there.

Just as you can notice someone has dark hair or green eyes, you can simply notice that someone is beautiful.

You are under no obligation to go beyond that.

Stop before you look at them the same way you’d look at a bowl of soup (something you want a taste of). Instead look at them as a fellow person, a fellow soul (someone you could know).

Look at them, and yourself, with love and with respect.

Starving Souls

The fires rage

As passions grow

In the moment

They are exciting

But when one is filled with fire

Another may be burned

 

The heat stretches its arms

Brushing its flaming fingers over all

The flames only seek to burn brighter

Their vision turns to red, the taller they grow

Even love may be forgotten

By our fragile human minds

And with love pushed aside

What is there to hold us back

From giving ourselves away

To the flames?

 

Lust

Greed

Chasing adrenaline

All seeking a quick fix to satisfy

Desire

Before coming back for more and more

The more you get the more you want

Satisfaction remains over the horizon

Forever

 

But the sun always rises

Bringing healing

Hope

And growth

To our starving souls

Love, in the purest sense of the word

Is the one thing that can satisfy us

Forever

Self-sacrificing

Pure

And unconditional

This love

This is the love we need

 

All that I am.

Who would ever love someone so dark as me?

But darkness is not all that I am

No, darkness is not all that I am

The light loves me, in spite of my darkness

And the more I let it in

The more the darkness will flee

As light floods forward

Washing the deepest parts of me

Intact.

My heart is made of glass.

Easy to read, but hidden by my chest.

Easy to break, but guarded by my chest.

Though you hold my heart I can still break it.

But if I break mine, I may break yours too.

So mine must remain intact.

Oh my, mine must remain intact.

Delve

The depths of my waters

Will remain hidden

Unless someone is willing to delve in.

And swim

Passing the peaceful, light-filled waters of the surface

To the murky, muddy, darkness within.

 

And I must be willing to let them in.

To cease diverting.

But instead, I lead their feet to some ridge,

And pointing upwards,

I guide their eyes away from the gaping valley below.

 

Lowly Dreamer

Where am I now?

A lowly dreamer

 

I stare at the stars

Yet, I don’t go where you are

 

I sit in my chair

And drown in my cares

 

Today I may move

But tomorrow could bring a new tune

 

I must stare at the sun

And remember, the race has already been won.

Guide

I’m afraid of who I am

And afraid of who I’m not

 

Afraid of who I might become

And of who I might not

 

I’m afraid of the shadows

Surrounding my mind

 

Afraid of the darkness

I know I may find

 

But I am more than my fear

And I can control

 

The choices I make

And where I choose to go

 

Though the shadows are dark

And the fog thick

 

There is light inside

Stronger than I

 

And if I close my eyes

The light will still shine

 

Though the shadows are dark

And the fog thick

 

The light within me

Will still shine

 

And if I close my eyes

I know it will be my guide