the men and women hallelujah

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

What kind of crazy man can sing Hallelujah with a crazy woman like that? She ties him to the kitchen chair and takes all his power away, like Delilah cutting Samson’s hair? What is wrong with this guy?

Men and women. All the crazy the world can hold and room to expand.

But I get it. I like men. And most of the time, I really like men. They can be the best the world can hold and still  surprise you with courage and compassion. This song slaps me and then I realize how true it is.

In a book I read, The Unbearable Lightness of Being. the womanizing hero finds himself facing a woman who asks–demands?–that he marry her. He is not really in love with her. But he’s not the sort of man to wallow in uncertainty. He looks at her, and decided to marry her. He tells his friends, “How would I know if this is the right thing to do? Perhaps it is. Perhaps it is not. The only way to know would be to live two separate lives, one that includes marrying her, and then another which is not marrying her. But I can’t live two lives. I only have this one. So I will try the one in which I marry her.”

I think about that when I hear that song. How there are a lot of men who make choices like that.

Most of the men I know care deeply about the woman they love. And a lot of them have been hurt, but very few of them mope on about it. A lot of them really do remember with fondness. They will look back on a wreck of a relationship and see the good.

breathe out the hallelujah

Maybe I am romanticizing it. Maybe guys just don’t want to talk to me about their fractured hearts and how they wish they had never met the woman.

But it really seems like for most of them, they do believe it was better to have loved and had your heart shattered than never to have loved at all.

Funny, cause a lot of women seem the opposite. We can be so cold, we could say it and mean it

“I wish I had never met him!”

Is that how it goes? Do men, the stonger muscley ones, have less to fear? Do we, the women who might have to take care of a baby, have to be more careful?

it’s true. And we women get together in our huddles, “Oh, well, watch out for him. … you know what you need to do?…Bottom line…” with our get togethers and advice and herd instinct.

And the men will go out and try, and risk. And even if they get flattened…A good bunch of them will still be grateful.

It’s a beautiful thing. Hallelujah