Life.. Love.. and This Dick… — Revisited (2025)

 From time to time, I like to do some retrospection — and my old blog posts are the perfect conduit for me to jump back in time. But this particular post, Life, Love, and This Dick, has me leaning more toward introspection this time around. All weekend, that piece I wrote back in July of 2014 has been sitting heavy on my mind. So I decided to revisit it — my thoughts, my feelings, and my new insights on Love… the black, the white, and all the shades of gray in between.

So let me set the mood, so that I can be fully focused on just my thoughts and feelings right now. Grab a cigar. Pour some single malt scotch, neat. Set up a soundtrack. And get into it.

Cigar: My Father Blue Robusto

Scotch: The Macallan 12 Double Cask

Soundtrack: Put on playlist that Spotify made for me, Chill Mix, and the first song that came on is Quail P - What You Got. First time hearing this song but it fits the vibe.

It’s wild reading back something I wrote in 2014, when I was trying to figure out love, life, and where I fit inside both. Almost 11 years later, I still don’t have all the answers — but I’ve lived enough to see some things differently, feel some things deeper, and laugh and shake my head at a lot of the experiences and confusion that used to keep me up at night.

Because love — for all its mystery, mess, and magic — still doesn’t make perfect sense. But I think I’ve finally realized that maybe it’s not supposed to.

So let me revisit the topics I discussed back then and see what kind of clarity life has brought me since.

1. Love & Logic

Back then, I was torn between my head and my heart. Could love be logical? Could I think through it, protect myself from it, or control it?

In 2025, I still think love and logic can exist together — but not always peacefully. Logic is what helps you see red flags. It’s what reminds you who you are when love starts asking for or doing too much. But love — real, deep, and sometimes even messy love — doesn’t live in logic or the obvious. It lives in the spaces between two people trying to figure it out in real time.. and sometimes in just one person, emotionally on an island.

These days, I don’t try to make love logical anymore. I try to make it healthy. Logic keeps you from losing yourself, but love keeps you alive. It’s about balance — enough logic to stay grounded, enough love to feel the spark.

And yet, I still have moments when love consumes me, starting with infatuation — that heady, all-encompassing rush that reminds me why this human experience is both chaotic and beautiful.

2. True Love

In 2014, I asked if true love even existed — and if it did, how would I know? More than a decade later, I think true love isn’t my relationship with another person or perfect feeling. It’s more of a moment, a season, or sometimes a lesson.

True love shows up in people who meet you where you are, who challenge you without breaking you, who make you want to be better but still let you breathe. It doesn’t always last forever, and that doesn’t make it less real.

I’ve learned that true love can come from a partner, but it can also come from family, from your kids, from friends who show up when you’re running on empty, and most importantly — from yourself.

I found true love in me. Because loving yourself authentically, deeply, and wholly.. That’s the truest love of all.

3. Conditional Love

Here’s one I’ve completely flipped on. Back then, I used to wonder if love could be real if it came with conditions.

Now? Absolutely.

In 2025, I know that conditional love doesn’t mean fake love. It means love with boundaries — and that’s growth. I’ve learned to love people from a distance when I need to. I’ve learned that protecting my peace isn’t selfish; it’s self-preservation.

I can still love you and not let you drain me. I can still care for you and not let you cross certain lines. That’s not less love — that’s smarter love.

It’s a sign of maturity when you realize, “I love you, but I love me more.” And if I don’t take care of me first, nothing else in my life can work. That kind of awareness only comes with experience, pain, and time.

4. Falling in Love — The Choice

Here’s where I’ve landed: falling in love is a choice. I’m talking romantic love now — not family, not friendship.

It doesn’t just “happen.” You might not control when someone catches your attention, but you do decide whether to open your heart, whether to stay, whether to keep choosing them when the excitement fades.. when the honeymoon is over…

Falling in love is easy. Staying in love — that’s the work. That’s where commitment, patience, and maturity step in.

Sometimes we stay because of marriage, or kids, or the comfort of what we’ve built. But the best kind of staying is when you really want to, not just when you have to. That’s when love becomes something deeper than a feeling — it becomes an act. And I know that love is an action word.

And even when I fall out of being in love with someone, I’ve learned that doesn’t erase the love altogether. Some love lingers forever. It just changes form.

5. Final Thoughts

Love is still funny. Still confusing. Still beautiful and ridiculous all at once.

The older I get, the more I understand that love isn’t meant to be solved. It’s not a riddle — it’s a rhythm.. a vibe. It changes. Sometimes it grows, other times it declines, but it always teaches. Sometimes it hurts, but it also heals.

And maybe that’s the point. Maybe love isn’t meant to make perfect sense. Maybe it’s just meant to be— to remind us that we’re human, that we can still feel, still take risks, still care.

So here’s where I am in 2025:

Love is still funny. It’s still a mystery. The more I grow, the more I mature, the more I learn and understand… the weirder it seems to get. And honestly? It’s probably meant to be that way. It’s all part of the human experience, different for everyone, in so many unique ways. 

Love is…

It just is…

So I’m still learning, still loving, still protecting my peace, and still enjoying the ride.

But once again I’m all loved out for the night — and probably tomorrow too.

So let’s talk about something different like…

Life… and of course, this Dick!

Edited with some help from Grammarly