So you want Love

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Let’s see, what is Love? Do you know what love is? Do you have a firm definition of Love? Can you write down in words what you think love is? Or do you only have a vague idea? Is Love the many thoughts that cross your mind, almost at the Speed of Light when you hear the word? And can you translate the thoughts into uttering arguments, or engrave them? Are the many images of people, things, pets, places, you deeply care about, Love? Are the feelings and emotions you sense when confronted with the term, Love? Can you know for sure that you want Love? But most important, do you really know what Love is? Ever since humans gained the ability to communicate, appears that Mankind have been preoccupied with three fundamental issues: The meaning of Life, which, you’ve guessed, it includes questioning the purpose of Death. The secrets of the Universe. And the definition of Love. I will have to skip so much information at this point, for various reason, because a lot of it is as relevant as it is irrelevant for my point, also because there is just too much information, albeit contradictory to some areas but not to others, but most import because I lack the words myself to express it. A huge philosophical question remains however, “Can we experience anything Objectively?”. Not that there aren’t objective and concrete facts to some topics. There are. And we have to give it up to hard science, because if they say it is, you better believe it, so much so that until this day we still haven’t got a scientific explanation to “What is Life?” Most people have an intuitive understanding of what it means for something to be alive. But that is obviously personal. However, it’s surprisingly hard to come up with a precise definition of life. And please don’t get me started on your own comprehension of science, that I am pretty sure at this point, it really doesn’t represent its significance. This is just going around in circles. But the cycle is never-ending so here’s more. If reality is subjective, if Life is only what we each make of it, in other words, if we can only interpret Life according to the point of view we individually understand from all the information we were exposed to, during all that we have ever seen, experienced, and still undergo and always will throughout our individual existence. Then, are all the clarifications and descriptions about Love subjective too? If you ask me what Love is and a picture of my children pops into the stream of my mind’s imagery, does that mean you must all meet my children if you want to feel Love? No, that’s stupid right? Incoherency starts to flood about how we each Love our own children. Some more words I can’t fully capture, arise. But the uncertainty is undoubtedly resounding. Back we go to our own limited way of thinking, convinced that the Map is the Territory. The emptiness of the Limbo is scary. I understand. Being detached in the ambiguous recognition of flexible ways of perceiving can be frightening. But bear with me. The Greeks identified four different contexts in which the word Love is used. And so many more subcategories have then and since been recognised. No doubt we use the word Love very loosely nowadays. It seems to me we tend to identify Love with all that is glorious, lovely, attractive, pleasing. But we also know that unconditional Love sees past all that is broken, ugly, obnoxious (teenagers, am I right?), and every agony imaginable. Love always survives, it seems. When we are, apparently, looking for Love, again we picture and imagine a gorgeous scenario. We think that Love will bring us something beautiful. That Love will appease all our angsts. How hard is it to Love something that pleases us? Not hard at all. If I am confronted with a marvellous situation I’m almost definitely guaranteed to Love it. Right? How hard it is to not Love something unpleasant? Not hard at all either. In that case Love should be easy-come . And Loving would never hurt. Love is all there is. Love doesn’t need nor have an adjective. Yes, I am going to contradict the Greeks, who only said what they had to because, let’s just say they are people pleasers, and leave it at that. Love is Unconditional. Love is. You “Love” your house because it’s nicely decorated to your taste. Because of its location. There are conditions. If you don’t, it’s sure to disagree with your idea of what’s enjoyable. You “Love” your partner because he/she treats you well. You shouldn’t have it any other way, but there are conditions. You “Love” your friends because they aren’t assholes, that’s the condition. You might even have that one friend that you say out loud is an asshole, but deep down they satisfy the outline of what you consider to be the perfect feisty person. They fulfil some area that you consider acceptable. We want someone to Love, with a list of requisites. We hardly even Love our children unconditionally, because if we did we wouldn’t try to impose so many rules and apply restrictions that we deem fit, according to our own values. Sure, if they don’t turn out the way we wished, we might overlook it. But still. We want someone to Love us so we can feel Loved, and not because we want someone else to practice Love. We issue Love to our most meticulous caprices. We are deluded to think that we command it. That it is us that find It. That we have somehow power over It. That we choose when to Love, where, what and who we Love. We can deceive ourselves into thinking that, bringing us to compromising It. Not seeing It for what it is. Love isn’t to bring you pretty effects, isn’t to please you. Is rather to expose you to the suffering of having to deal with all that’s undesirable, it’s the result of the measured amount of pain you can endure without breaking, still finding bliss in persisting. What we don’t know is that Love only serves the Lover. Love’s Objective is to show you your own strength.

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