In honor of Valentines, I want to issue a countdown.
Too often we commemorate romantic love,
Believing that when we achieve that, somehow things are perfect,
That the things we cared about before, are dissolved into this ideal individual,
That somehow they make up for all of those things we loved before.
But I believe that real love,
Only accentuates what you already love.
Really, someone loves you,
Because of the things you love.
Because of the person you have made yourself.
These next 14 days before Valentines, I would like to explore love in all of its many forms.
Will you join me?
I would love that.
Too often we commemorate romantic love,
Believing that when we achieve that, somehow things are perfect,
That the things we cared about before, are dissolved into this ideal individual,
That somehow they make up for all of those things we loved before.
But I believe that real love,
Only accentuates what you already love.
Really, someone loves you,
Because of the things you love.
Because of the person you have made yourself.
These next 14 days before Valentines, I would like to explore love in all of its many forms.
Will you join me?
I would love that.
11 comments:
Mandy, I was thinking about this today. And I feel the same way about love; true love lets you love more, not less.
I'm so excited to see what you do with this! It will be beautiful and I'll just love it, of course. Such a wonderful idea.
I love this!
Gorgeous post, darling!
xoxox,
CC
I'll join you Mands! :) I loved having you over the other night!
"because of the person you have made yourself."
that made more sense than it probably should, but that was beautifully written, mandy.
i love it.
you speak the truth, my friend. i love this. i love the idea of this! yes please, let's explore.
Shweet Mands. I thought this was very poetic. Let's celebrate our love for you first. heehee
Beautiful photograph. I'd love a print of that for my wall.
Today, in a class, I discussed Keats's struggle over whether it is better to live and lose or safely never really live. If NOW is as good as it is going to get, Keats would say it is better to die than suffer living. If love has limits, if the first kiss is the pinnacle (Princess Bride: "Since the invention of the kiss there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind."), there is no use in allowing one's self to be consumed by the inevitable misery that lies at the end of an empty search for more.
But it's not the end, it's not empty--love can grow exponentially. Love isn't (solely) about the romance, as you said; the fireworks of a first kiss aren't what matters, it's the true love invested in the "next" kiss.
Can't wait to hear your countdown.
how fun! can't wait!
This is beautiful. And I completely agree. True love deepens, it never replaces or acts as a substitute for something, or someone, missing in your life.
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