On love

        Love is a curious emotion only felt by humans, as far as we know. It stings, bruises, even breaks. It all depends on how honest you are to it. Floating on the love cloud, while comfortable as all hell, is destined to lead you astray if you don't drag, at least one foot, on the ground. I don't know if I ever want that feeling again. It can be all-consuming, as it did me, but I was young then and had never had an experience like that before. But at the time I would have sold out my own family for it, and eventually did.

       It is the highest high, the most potent pain reliever known to man. Grown men give up fortunes for, what they think is it, but instead is actually sex. As many romantic comedies as we watch, you'd think we'd have a handle on what love is, but I beg to differ. Men are visual and are handicapped when it comes to knowing what love is, because it has nothing to do with what a person looks like. With women, what someone say to her is more potent than the visual, which is terribly shallow. But ladies, love is not en capsuled in a phrase.Words are just words and if thought about can be used to manipulate, which you ladies are always at risk for.

        Long marriages aren't necessarily based on love, as one would think, they usually are kept going by one partner submitting completely to the other. True love rarely lasts because life happens. People are drawn away from each other by work or family or tragedy. Love is a wet bar of soap, elusive, as it should be. A high that good couldn't be easy to catch, that might lead to peace on Earth.

      It's funny to see “celebrities” pair up. It's as if they were told to by a fashion designer. Destined to fail. But all true love is destined to fail.

     To put it in a nut shell, loving someone is wanting the best for them even if it doesn't include you. Needing to have them is a poor excuse for love because it's selfish. Love is definitely not selfish. It is the antithesis of selfishness. Love is about service.

     I have had the fortunate opportunity to experience, what I see as pure love, twice in my life. Both times we were two ships passing in the night, but we saw eye to eye and cared for each others well-being. With only one did we vocalize our feelings for each other. It was during a good-bye hug. I did not weep until later after I realized what just happened. I kept in touch with her and continue to keep in touch to this very day.

      We can truly love each other. Everyone. But not throw those words around as a complimentary gratuity. They're meaning can bring life or kill. But if we as a species can honestly want the best for each other we will survive but until we can we are at risk of peril. I believe that it is possible, but I've been known to be a dreamer.