Love, or The Absence Of…
I was prepared to write about love and how it should be appreciated based on the fact that it can seem so fickle and fragile and elusive and some people never seem to get ahold of it. With a second go at it though, it’s incredibly hard for me to imagine any circumstance in which a person would have no love. My understanding is that love is not something that happens, it’s something you create. Even in circumstances of ‘love at first sight/conversation/sip of tea/whatever’ it’s every personal choice and situation you’ve experienced that allows the feeling of love to generate in the moment.
To me, love is not confined to any restrictions. It is fluid, malleable and feather-light, but still insistent. Love requires attention to grow, or it will pack up and go, leaving you wishing you’d been more appreciative. The tricky part seems to be accepting the type of love you’ve created with another/yourself/etc. That’s my theory as to why it hurts so much to be broken up with or otherwise abandoned: In order to be okay, your love either has to die or change. Neither is an easy choice. It’s hard to look someone in the eye and realize that even though your future plans include them, the most they want from you is friendship. But people do it every day and make this choice and move on. I attribute that action to the fact that there are so many other kinds of love in the world that keep us rolling along.
I’d continue but I must go. ‘Til next time, kids.
