A hopeless romantic's pondering on love...
Love is too much to describe. It's all around us, yet we constantly are in search of it. It is often described as a myth or story, like Cupid's Arrows or Aphrodite. They are a desperate attempt to explain the unexplainable.
Love can braven the smallest of heroes and take down the largest of enemies. It makes hearts beat fast. And breaths slow.
Love is described as a delicious madness, a heavenly frenzy, a raging fire.
We do not build it, we fall in it. Love humbles us, it reminds us that we do not control it. There is no planning love, nor scheduling it.
It is like an invading army that reminds you that you are not the master of your own house. It takes over little by little, changing every part of yourself without even knowing it.
Love is feeling feelings that you have felt before as if it were the first time. The rush, the excitement, the jealousy, the urging, the fears, and possibility. All felt before, but all felt for the first time again. Where assurance is thrown out the window with the hope of love. Those emotions that run from your heart to your brain cannot be expressed in mere simple speech. Only that of music, poetry, and story can help express the beats of your heart.
Love is surrender, it exposes your deepest vulnerabilities. Love is deepened with each wound that is shown. "You will be loved the day when will be able to show your weakness without the person using it to assert his strengths," Pavese wrote.
Love makes other people more vivid to you than you are to yourself, it dissembles the self-love and expresses the sacrifice love. It expands with use. It wants to be more than it is and with every simple phase of "I love you." It is shown all the more. It opens life to the plow and allows growth to happen.
In any true love- a husband for his bride. A mother for her child. A friend for a friend, there is an instinctual need to give. In love, the difference between give and receive is blurred into something that has no meaning. These acts of giving enlarge the heart and makes it more open and more free. More true to itself.
Love ignores what makes sense. It pushes through the difficulty and confusion. It asks you to forget about conventional thinking and run full force into the unknown. It doesn't seek the efficient path. The road of love is one the winds and bends, there is no straight shot.
Love transcends race, culture, and class. Both the world's elite and the world's poorest search for it, want it, need it.
It is not guaranteed. You cannot buy it, or trap it. It must be found. Like a seashell on the beach, you stumble across it most often when you are not intently looking for it in the first place. It is the most frustrating of joys.
Love makes one tender, it softens people. The most brittle of people can transform into something unrecognizable with the simple thought of their beloved. It makes people kinder, and more capable of sympathy. It enables one to see life as an offering. "The more I give to thee / The more I have, for both are infinite" -Shakespeare
Love express itself in shared smiles and laughs. Where the joys of the world are multiplied. It shows itself even more in the woes. In the tears and the pains. The long deep hugs filled with tears and sorrow become bearable because of the one you are with. this is not to undermine the pain but to allow the pain to be shared by one willing to take it in with you.
Love provides a glimpse beyond the realm of what we know. It shows us something new. It gives us something to believe in again.
But the truest form of love is that where Love comes from.
"Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails." (1 Corinthians 13:4-8)
There is only One who can match the description of pure Love. And Christ wants to love you.
*Photo by Jamee Batten