We lie to ourselves in so many different ways. We are compelled to do so. It helps us stay happy. Retain a sense of pride. When we humble ourselves, doubt is created. It's fierce in it's reproach, hovering like a starving vulture awaiting your last defenses to be lost by your weakening body so it can rip, claw and tear you to shreds. The brain is a powerful thing, with the ability to dream of joy and nightmare of sorrow.
There is only one emotion that has the semblance of being both good and bad. Love. It drives us to do crazy things that can result in both euphoria as well as retribution. It's the hardest emotion to control. A wild horse that can throw even the most skilled of riders at anytime. It's perhaps this way because to truly feel it, to truly know it, is to give away the power of it. Placing it in someone or something, giving them the power of controlling you.
"If you love something, set it free; if it comes backs it's yours, if it doesn't, it never was," says any Proverb, or particularly in this case, Richard Bach. Is that love? Perhaps it's an emotion that doesn't have a vernacular explanation. There isn't a poet or artist that can truly define it in song, poem or any other piece of art. It's not only terribly tough to explain, it's extremely tough to know you feel it. It kind hide behind other emotions or be confused with one's like happiness, greed or even the actions of lust. Bach has a point, but one that is only seen from a particular perspective. There is not a definite in this universe except for the human wonderment and astonishment in what we believe to be true or the possibility of truth. We find reason and explanation constantly. Justification to our own wrong doings. History tells us, accepted ideals continued to be enlightened to further, newer, accepted ideals.
The world turns.
So, in all the years that we have figured out all of this, we still haven't pin-pointed love. It's nature often like an evil witch dangling quid pro quo over our ability to walk on land or having enchanting mermaid-esque voice. Yes, I've been on The Little Mermaid ride at Disneyland and did enjoy it. I digress. I have loved and lost. Continue to love everyday. Have fallen into and out of it. It's a spiderweb in an un-winable maze at times where you can not only be stuck, but lost. The truth of it is, to truly love, to know the depth of the emotion is the ability to go beyond yourself. It's the ability to do anything, even the no can do for that person, idea or thing. The depth of love can reach so deep that we see it between those who would cut their ears off in proof, to those who will have a relationship with drugs so deep that they will kill themselves with the love for their self-abdication of life.It drives us. It leads us. It deceives us as well as addicts us. It's not always healthy, but we will lie as hard as we can to believe it. It makes us feel alive nearly as an immortal on top of the world, above the clouds with nothing to lose. Adversely it can cut the feel of sunshine on your face, the spirit to go on from your soul, and make you feel as dead as yesterday.
With all this, not all-inclusive in such a vastly and robust subject, what is my definition of love. It's simple. I lie and tell the truth, or perhaps merely don't understand fully yet or ever, but my best attempt is;
Love is being the sunshine, the rain and the soil so that whoever or whatever you love can reap in what you sew.
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