In the observance of Psychosomatic Wit Month of Love, I give you the first Love Post
CLASSIC FROM THE ARCHIVES
Infatuations and crushes are not even in the same caliber with true love. However, they are often mistaken for love by the naive. People get a funny feeling in their heart (or more accurately, stomach) and BOOM they pronounce it love. Hardly.
Love is permanent and it is painful. Love attaches itself to you as though you have discovered another part of your body that was previously hidden from your perception. It operates in every system of your body and you soon discover that it is necessary for survival - even when it is injured.
Love is eternal. You cannot fall OUT of love with anyone. That is like saying, "I use to have a heart, but now I do not." If you think you used to be in love but now you are not, you probably are mistaken. Perhaps. it was never love but something else.
How do you know if you are in love? The feeling (and I use that term way to loosely for it is much more that), when examined, is patient. It will wait forever for the fruition of the relationship for it sees no other choice. There are no ultimatums in real love. It also keeps no record of offenses and never holds the offender permanently accountable. It is a ONE-WAY street. It only flows away from you. If love flows to you it is only because it comes from another's one-way street.
Love motivates toward a relationship. A relationship is steadfast work. Therefore, love motivates work. If you are lazy at your relationship, you probably aren't in love with anyone. Love is inconvenient but is worth all the problems.
Finally, love separates us from the world in which we are confined. It is the only thing that can remove us from this awful place we live and allows us to dwell in a higher plane of existence.
These things are components of real love and they ALL must be present for it to be considered love. One or two of these attributes are not enough.
Love is only fashioned by the divine.
And I do believe in the old Reasons and Seasons thing.
Some people come into our lives for a reason - to teach us something about ourselves, life, others, whatever.
Some come into our lives for a season - a joyous time, but still a time that comes to an end.
And a few rare one come to be with us forever. They may be family, friends or lovers. Hopefully, this group will include love of self and love of God. xx
I agree with the season's thing, also. However, I don't think one would say she was in love with this person from January to July. However, on July 9th, she no longer loved them. That makes no sense to me. However, if I replace the word "love" with "like" or "enjoyed or appreciated, welcomed," etc. it would make perfect sense
True. Thing is we use "love" for too many different thing: need, desire, want, infatuation, admiration, inspiration, lust, companionship, intense friendship. And then they come in combinations - the person who needs AND desires you, but doesn't actually love you, kind of thing.
Then one day they get over the desire, no longer need and... they walk out of your life.
This is a made-up example, although I have suffered from the guy who mistook novelty and admiration for more. He was a painful "Season", but I learnt a lot from that experience, in hindsight (of like two decades!)
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