What Is Love?
February 14th, 2006 by tashAverage time to read 1 min. 41 secs.
However, without being romantic, the fire will soon start to die out, leaving nothing but silvery smoke which fades into thin air. But now love and romance are two separate entities. Two separate feelings, emotions. What is pure love? What is real and what is fantasy?
Love is the most powerful spiritual force in the world; it embraces within its sphere of radiation all the other positive qualities of the soul; namely, faith, hope, charity, kindness, patience, sympathy, forgiveness, unselfishness, courage. Among those of limited understanding, there is between bodies a sort of chemical affinity which draws one to another. This, in my opinion, is misconstrued as love. People may be attracted toward each other through the physical alone, through the mental alone, or only through the spiritual. When union takes place through only the senses or physical organism, the vilest passions of perverted nature counterfeit love and are soon expended in satiated desire. From this state, under the pressure of the accompanying passions of anger, jealousy and hatred, it is an easy step to tragedy and crime.
Love is absolutely unselfish and never binds its object. Love is a complete unity with life, and only as the soul becomes conscious of its ONENESS with all that lives, can it give expression to love that is genuine.
So true and pure love is about giving and lust is about taking, love is about sacrifice, its about making us grow and learn about humanity and mankind. Does anybody love anyway? In my opinion, not many people know the true meaning of love.
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February 11th, 2009 at 12:02 am
So here’s my take on it, but before I get into it, allow me to say that I agree with pretty much all of this. I realise I’m late, but then I’ve only recently discovered this blog, so hear me out.
Firstly, let’s talk about Valentines Day (since it’s but a few days away, almost 3 years since this was written). I personally am not a huge advocate of VD (perhaps not the best abbreviation, no diseased intentions here ;), why do people need a specific day to validate their love or attraction? Why is it necessary to buy someone a gift on this day to show them how you feel? Each and every day should be a celebration of love. Each and every day should be the culmination of a years waiting, yearning, wanting. Yes, I suppose in the greater scheme of things, and more specifically in general, the spark eventually dies and you need to start working on it. My question is… why?
I’ve recently met my nemesis. I call her my nemesis because she has changed the way I think about love. She has completey obliterated all fantasies and notions I ever had. I used to think along similar lines to what you have mentioned here. Lust and attraction, fun and games are often misinterpreted as love. This, however, blows my mind. I don’t believe that this one will ever die out. With hardly any work at all, it has quickly developed into something I’ll not easily let go of. Granted, there have been moments and issues (from both parties) but I guess that’s to be expected in any relationship. Without fights and arguments, how exactly do you get to know one another properly? How do you build boundaries? You need to piss someone off to find out what it is that pisses them off. You don’t get manuals with these things, but that would be bloody marvelous wouldn’t it?
Which brings me to my final point, which non-coincidentally happens to be yours too.
Lust. Lust does not have to be about taking. Again, tradition and society suggest that it is a selfish act, and all about getting what you want. But it doesn’t have to be that way. Each and every day I am consumed with lust. To the point that I can not wait to get home and ravage (and be ravaged). And the longer this relationship goes on, the more urgent the lust becomes. Isn’t that the wrong way around? It’s supposed to slow down, isn’t it? Lust forms an intergal part of love (I guess I’m finally getting to my point). Without it you might as well be hanging around with your cousin. But, and this is a big but. It’s not all about lust. Combine that with comfortable companionship, rip-roaring laughter, and a zest for life like no other, and you have in the making the perfect partnership. I think I’ve said enough now, so I’ll leave you with one final thought…
Happy Everyday, on the 14th of Feb I will love you more than I do today, for no other reason than that I fall a little more in love with you every day. It’s got sod all to do with fat little cherubs shooting arrows into the hearts of those silly glits waiting for them.