I can say in all honesty
that I have loved many women in my life.
Yet people say that love
is too strong a word, love is something which people spend there
whole lives looking for, fighting for alas many have nit taken the
time to understand love in the first place. Many seek love in others,
but if you do not know what it is you seek, how do you propose to
find it. Most do not question what love is beyond what they see in
movie's. Some happiness, some struggle, some compromise, some
meaningless fights. We say that God is love, and that God is worth
adoration because of 'His' very nature. How then do we continue to
allow ourselves to dedicate so little time to the meditation,
contemplation and adoration to love itself?
I have loved many women in
my life. And I mean exactly that word. I loved my first girlfriend.
At the time when I was in love with her, I loved her with all that I
knew how to love. Perhaps it didn't have the depth, or the mature
understanding, maybe it wasn't refined or polished to some suitable
degree. Simply in order to be rewarded a rock quantifying that very
strength and impeccable finish in that wonderful and crooked
institution of love named marriage.
Humans love, there is no
boundary or quantity to which to measure it. You love the same as you
live. You may be active or inactive, sleeping or awake, regardless
you are still in some form living this life in your body. With that
same effortlessness humans love. You can abuse or assault the object
of your love. You can treat it with disdain and resentment, indeed
you may care for it and cherish it. Either way you remain in love.
In the same spirit I fell
in love with a woman in the desert of the Sinai. A love which may
indeed have been the fabled love of first sight. This love like all
other forms feel different and at the same time distinctly the same.
How have we constructed a language where the most important things to
discuss are those which may only exist in paradox when symbolised by
our wordy system.
I have seen love as the
most delusional and enigmatic of states to exist in. It refuses all
boundaries, and the flimsy fences we have put up around it cannot
last. The ideas of when love is applicable. When it's possible.
Ideals of how it should come about or when in a persons life.
I suppose what I'm really
saying is, when love happens, its valid within itself. Justified and
complete. No time is needed before it becomes true love. Love is
love. It is all true. There is no where to aim with it, it can grow
into a positive or a negative. But it is still love. For I have loved
many women, in the hues and shades of that glorious palette of love.
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