What Kind of LOVE Do You Have?
PROLOGUE
In the beginning, you think you know what love is.
With the help of the Creator, you are conceived out of love between a man and a woman, your mother and father, who planned you---in some instances—and if not, you’d like to think so. You are born of your mother, who carries you for nine months, protects you in her womb, and then gives brith to you in pain, a pain that dissipates as soon as she sees you are intact, with ten fingers, ten toes. Love is a blessing.
As you grow, you slowly learn what love is because you are helpless and your parents are there to provide for your every need. They love you, no matter what you do, even when you don’t deserve it. Love is unconditional.
Later, you think you really know what love is because even though your parents don’t understand you, there’s someone who does. You hear and see love mentioned over and over in songs, books and films. You use gifts, flowers and cards to express love. Love is commercialism and materialism.
As you get older, and presumably wiser, love becomes a deeper emotion that you express with feelings, words, your hands, your lips, your body, your heart and your soul over and over and over again. Love is desire, passion and sex.
As the years go by, your definition of love narrows. You start to notice you are running out of time and you must find your true love. Or you start to believe that the one you are with is your soul mate and even if you do not love him---or her---it no longer matters anymore because love is about needing and wanting. Love is about not being alone.
And then one day, you realize that the things that mattered before---the physical, the material and the sexual---no longer apply and what really matters is that you have someone to talk to, someone to listen to you, someone who gives you peace. Love is companionship, friendship, trust and commitment.
Finally, in the end, you know that the true meaning of love is the biggest example of selfless love, the greatest gift of all. You know that love, REAL love, is about sacrifice.
In the end, as in the beginning, LOVE IS A BLESSING.
Choose Me by Xenia Ruiz © 2005
In the beginning, you think you know what love is.
With the help of the Creator, you are conceived out of love between a man and a woman, your mother and father, who planned you---in some instances—and if not, you’d like to think so. You are born of your mother, who carries you for nine months, protects you in her womb, and then gives brith to you in pain, a pain that dissipates as soon as she sees you are intact, with ten fingers, ten toes. Love is a blessing.
As you grow, you slowly learn what love is because you are helpless and your parents are there to provide for your every need. They love you, no matter what you do, even when you don’t deserve it. Love is unconditional.
Later, you think you really know what love is because even though your parents don’t understand you, there’s someone who does. You hear and see love mentioned over and over in songs, books and films. You use gifts, flowers and cards to express love. Love is commercialism and materialism.
As you get older, and presumably wiser, love becomes a deeper emotion that you express with feelings, words, your hands, your lips, your body, your heart and your soul over and over and over again. Love is desire, passion and sex.
As the years go by, your definition of love narrows. You start to notice you are running out of time and you must find your true love. Or you start to believe that the one you are with is your soul mate and even if you do not love him---or her---it no longer matters anymore because love is about needing and wanting. Love is about not being alone.
And then one day, you realize that the things that mattered before---the physical, the material and the sexual---no longer apply and what really matters is that you have someone to talk to, someone to listen to you, someone who gives you peace. Love is companionship, friendship, trust and commitment.
Finally, in the end, you know that the true meaning of love is the biggest example of selfless love, the greatest gift of all. You know that love, REAL love, is about sacrifice.
In the end, as in the beginning, LOVE IS A BLESSING.
Choose Me by Xenia Ruiz © 2005
posted by Issiata | 1:57 PM
1 Comments:
I was just reading ManNMotions blog last night about LOVE....he was speaking in regards to agape love...unconditional love...and had a conversation with stinky regarding unconditional love...all this in less than 24 hr period...hmmm, am I missing the message from 3 diff people?
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