My experience shows that THE word “love” comes loaded with promises and commitments that are highly fragile and easily broken. People toss that word around so lightly, as if it were a hug between friends. For me, it makes my heart hurt and expand with happiness at the same time.
I guess my question is what is this “love” thing all about?
Our limited interpretations about what it means to say the word love are leftover from what we thought it meant all those years ago. Love is more than a feeling. It’s a verb. An adjective to an expression. It’s not for people who are scared of getting hurt. Because you will get hurt if you love.
Love is the feeling we have for those we care deeply about and hold in high regard. It can be light as the hug we give a friend or heavy as the sacrifices we make for our children. It can have various interpretations and hold different meaning to different relationships : romantic, platonic, everlasting, conditional, unconditional, imbued with sorrow, sullied by abuse, amplified by kindness, twisted by betrayal, deepened by time, leavened by generosity, nourished by humor and “loaded with promises and commitments” that we may or may not want or keep.
We constantly reinterpret, reshape, rekindle the whole concept of love ‘cos we are not afraid of love. We are afraid of all the junk one has yoked to love.
I will need the courage to muster the “I” or the “you,” but for me that puny word has the power to stand on its own.
Note to self: That was the past but I suspect that a piece of myself is still frozen there. Therefore, I will be brave and authentic. I will practice saying the word love to the people I love so when it matters the most to say it, I will. ‘Cos That’s the way it is.