It’s February, so what else could this blog be about but love. Love. Love. I love love. I believe love will, can, conquer all. I believe love is the most powerful emotion of all. I believe, I believe, I believe, yet … I am not sure I know what love is. Not the romantic love, love love, the love we should have for each other. Or, if you reserve love for certain people, then, the love we have for the people we say we love- family, friends. What is that exactly?
If I love you, am I allowed to shout at you? If I love you, am I allowed to hit you- only if you are child? If I love you, can I have moments of hate for you? Can I can love and hate you at the same time? What is this thing called love?
When I say I love someone, there is a feeling I want to have. The all mushy, I will walk through fire for you feeling. You know the feeling, the feeling you get when you watch a great romantic movie. Oh yes, ‘Romeo where forth art thou.’ Is this fantasy land? Oh but I digress, that’s the romantic love I was trying not to talk about. Let me try another example. The, I will jump in front of a stray bullet for you feeling. Is love only an emotion?
Or, is I love you something we say? We say I love you when we have the right feelings. How about the times when I feel, I love you, but not right now. Or, I love you- sometimes. Or, I love you but you better get out of my face, like right now! Or, I love you but I wish I were 5,000 miles away from you, and, if I were 5,000 miles away from you, I am not sure I would want to come back. There should be a place for this kind of love, shouldn’t there, because we feel these things with the ones we love, yet we kind of leave them unsaid. We wait for those moments when things haven’t hit the fence to say I love you, when we get that feeling, or we may say I love you because it’s the right thing to do. It seems to me, if we think about love as only a feeling, boy oh boy, how do you say roller coaster?
Love, could it be a commitment? Think about it. We usually love our family members even though some of them …. We love our children even though, sometimes, they drive us mad, did I say mad, I meant stark raving mad. But we love them, so maybe love is a commitment we give to people. Maybe we need to do whatever we call love and not try to define it? Or, is it that we need to get a little more realistic and define love with all its good, bad and ugly?
So this is the best blog ever. It has no answers. It poses a question for you to answer- what is love?