I’m not talking about the kind of love that comes in passionate
sweeping ecstatic bits. I’m not talking about the love that leaves us
breathless with hormonally-infused and socially projected chemical
responses that we’re doing something right. I don’t mean the love that
takes us far from where we started, but that which brings us back, and
that which acquaints us with who we are. Not the outbursts of passion
that drive us to madness. Not the false pretenses under which we fall
into believing we’ll never survive without someone– not the love we
attach ourselves to for the sake of self-assurance. Not the feeling that
drives us to the obsessive and compulsive withholding of someone, but
the love that fills us up and lets them go.
Love
someone genuinely. Love the funny little things about them. Reassure
them. Let your time together be an experience, not a chore or a social
staple proving your worth. Love is not within itself a nasty,
manipulating thing, but we become nasty, manipulating people when we
hold onto the kind of love that we falsely believe is the only way we
can feel that sense of worth.
You have to love someone for who they are, who they were, and who
they have the potential to become– even if you don’t always love all of
those different people. Even if you don’t agree with what they’ve done.
Even if you’re not sure about where they’re going. Love them because
their souls are worth loving. Reach inside of them and make them feel.
Show them the unhealed parts of themselves, and hold their hand while
they start the journey to accepting them.
We think of love as though we are destined for a happily ever after,
and that it’s only a matter of finding someone else to give it to us.
Happily ever after will be infiltrated with illness, death, suffering,
sadness, but also great achievement, excitement, adventure and growth.
Love is the person you want to be next to you at your parent’s funeral,
and who you want to vacation with in the summer. It is not the person
who gives you a high. It’s the person who speaks to your soul without
speaking at all. It’s the person you don’t know why you love, but you
do. Sometimes, even, it’s against all of your better ideas to love them,
but you do. Love without reason, and love without condition, is the
stuff we’re looking for.
People do not come into your life to fill roles and give you happy
days with flawless execution and tireless dedication. Love is a
constantly flowing, understanding and patient equilibrium between two
people who recognize in one another something deeper than that which
they see in others. Learn to see love with your soul, not your heart,
and give it from there as well.
Love someone with the same forgiving, honest, vulnerable rawness that
makes you lose your breath a little. Love someone because they
challenge you, and they make you want to be better. Love someone because
their soul inspires you, not because you’re interested in the relief
from loneliness and companionship they can provide. Anybody can do that.
Not just anybody can show you to yourself.
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