Gravity will retrace every step

Relationships. With people. Sigh.
Don't get me wrong, that was a sigh laced with hope. I love people. I'm a people. People are lovely, they are magnetic, they reflect God's swagger like no other creature on earth, and they make really good food. But we're...kind of hilarious. Painfully. So funny. We keep looking in the refrigerator even when we know what's in it, hoping for something new to appear. And the capacity for being dumb is...staggering. We're like, captivating on a molecular level, provoking on a personal level. We really know how to pull drama. A bunch of sheep. We seek rest and won't rest until we find it. Loving lust while lusting for real love. Our automatic lack of wisdom must make us equally loveable, entertaining and revolting. I mean, are we the new little puppy that pees on the persian rug but looks up at his owner with the so-cute helpless "oops" face that the owner just loves to death? Is that how God sees us? At times I do get the slightest sensation that my guardian angels are laughing at me. Or passing notes about me that I would pay money to read.
Anyway, IMAO there are two kinds of people: actors and reactors (yes, I'm making heartless, trite and stereotypical labels, also known as psychology). And most people are both of these types of people. Which makes most people two kinds of people. Which equals a lot of people. And that induces a lot of acting and reacting going on all over the place.
And here I am, at a place where I can look back on my life any time I choose and cringe more at my reactions than even my actions. At how disappointed I am at my obscene flightiness, changing too much. But every day is a catalyst for chances to do the right thing. So I can always keep it moving in a forward motion (good song by Thousand Foot Krutch).
So our existence orbits around relationship. It's The Most Important Thing. I know you already know that, but it bears repetition. We write books on how to relate to relatives. I relate to God, my surroundings, my pets, my ipod. And did I mention people?
Yesss. Relationships. IMAO there are two kinds of relationships that happen to us. There's (pardon the outer space theme) the Meteor and the Star. Both of these have chemical actions and reactions. The Meteor relationship, well, you know, it's the one that without due warning, went peeling through the firmament in a spazzy flame of life and color, but just as suddenly took a nosedive (oh, gravity)as it fizzled out of its misery and hauled butt into a crash that left a crater somewhere, and pedestrians gawking in shock. And maybe you tried to salvage some of it, and good for you, but maybe it just wasn't a Star relationship at the moment.
A Star, on the other hand, sits tight. Burns brightly for all it's worth for a long and highly acidic lifetime. The Star rests in place as if separate from the anals of time. The relationship that knows its place and stays there, the friendship that sticks. I'm convinced Jesus wants my relationship with Him to be a Star. And the Meteors in my life-I think I should cherish the good in them, learn from the trails the craters paved, and somehow hope for the pieces to be redeemed.
Something heavenly like that:).