I’ve been celibate since 2011, and the further I get, the better I see. It was a choice I made when I got off drugs and a choice I make still today, approaching my 10 year anniversary celibation. Not much is written about celibacy. In today’s sexually-slathered world, it’s not a popular subject. It alienates, labels and renders one less than desirable to many who still regard sex as a plaything —an inalienable right to exercise freely, openly and without much regard for its significance or consequence beyond it being a driven, primal, self-indulgent pleasure. To be honest, I’ve had more sexual partners in my lifetime than I care to remember. Many I choose not to, most I can’t, and all in hindsight I regret except for the union of love that produced my three wonderful children. And that was many, many years ago. There is a huge difference between mere resistance to sexual temptation and a conscious choice of celibacy. The first one spends too many hours fending off attacks while the other refuses to wage the war. One is a choice to be in a constant driven turmoil while the other is a constant choice of dignity and self preservation. No engagement. No bloodshed. No preoccupation with momentary pleasures. Most men find it an incomprehensible option to be celibate. Culture has made great strides over the years not only to make open sexuality the “normal” way of life but also to banish or render odd those who believe or choose differently. Imagine, if you can, the amount of sitcom time spent on the subject of sex. Imagine the number of stories and exposes about the sexual foibles of otherwise good men and women. Imagine the volume of time, the countless pages, the vastness of entire industries spent on sexual pursuits and libido-lifting messages, telling us it’s just as healthy a way to stay in shape as aerobic exercise. No, it’s not your imagination. Truth is, sex has become the replacement of an important need by an urgent one. I don’t watch much TV, largely because of its stupidifying effect on the masses. I do watch movies though. Lots of movies. And even there, I see how unentertaining most plot lines would be without the sex factor. The general malaise about, and the lack of creativity within media is largely due to the potency of the sex factor to arouse and stimulate single-minded misled people into applause for an on screen violation of what might otherwise be a potentially creative story. But with sex shoved down the throats of the masses (pun partially intended) as if we were all malnourished hookers, we’ve learned to hunger for it like the rush of a smoking bowl of meth. As a social consolation, those who promote free sexuality have successfully fended off attacks by seasoning their appeals with “love, romance and intimacy” as if to give added value to what they are really selling. Eroticism is now much wider in its appeal, equating being sexual with someone or anyone for that matter, quite the “special” thing. Special with this one, special with that one, and each special encounter so meaningful in its own way. Sex is not the highest form of love. Not by a long shot. Humanity’s lie has been to suggest that sexual union with another is the most intimate expression of love in the world. As a celibate man, I believe nothing could be further from the truth.To obey the greatest commandment to love one another is a far cry from having a passionate roll in the hay with them. Loving acts have staying power while sex quickly goes…well…flaccid. Celibacy creates a vacuum for important things. The years I have spent without losing small pieces of my soul to random sexual partners has opened my eyes to greater forms of love than I might have otherwise never known existed. When I stopped seeking pleasure, a vacuum was created inside of me and I began seeking to fill it with true love. Not a person. Not another. Love. Big difference. Storge, philia, agape. Go ahead. Look them up. Affection, friendship, unconditional love. These alternate kinds of love always get the shaft from sex promoters, yet they are the kinds of love expressions that make you cry at commercials, weep at songs and experience the kind of joy of the spirit of a sports team with an incredibly moving back story. They are the kinds of loves you remember over and over again, long after your meaningful casual fling left your bed for home. Perhaps one day I will rediscover that eros kind of love again and my celibate days will be over. But I have found that my freed mind is now capable of deep thought that births deeper movements of love and compassion and a preoccupation with things that last much longer than an orgasmic minute. And when I do find it, I’ll have learned to respect it with much more dignity than I ever did before. And if I never do, I will nonetheless have learned to love as a celibate man, and by then I should be a pretty good at it, because the further I get from sex, the better I understand love.
I don’t wanna know it when I die. I just wanna come home from a long day at work, open the door, drop my briefcase for the last time and suddenly everyone I ever loved jumps out from behind the sofa and yells “Surprise!” and all my old dogs run up and lick me like it’s been ME who’s been gone so long.
Some people don’t know when to stop.They offer without an ask, buy before a need, don’t give or take no for an answer and expect nothing in return. The world’s not their oyster, but rather their responsibility. Their gifts arrive on more than just holidays, life is their prize and they consider every morning a personal canvas for the fine art of being human. They create masterpieces in secret for needy people they’ve never even met and surprise unsuspecting strangers from the bottoms of benevolent hearts. They neither demand nor expect the same for themselves and live by intuition, conscience, faith and opportunity. Their deeds are often mistaken for angels and tiny pieces of heaven on earth, which of course, they are. They know no different and don’t know when to stop because indeed, this is what they were wonderfully made to do. And someday. when you meet one, they will either change your life forever or inspire you to follow. LifeMeansSoMuch.com