Sunday, November 05, 2006

I believe in love


I believe that we are surrounded by it, sustained by it and never meant to truly understand it. It is a force so powerful that it can keep one alive and kill them all at the same time. Its forms are endless and its definition impossible for us to understand.

It is the reason for our greatest happiness and the reason for our greatest sorrow. Over the course of any given day it intersects our lives countless times, but relies on us to recognize it is there. Unlike hatred its focus isn’t always obvious or pointed, it just is.

It can come in the form of a person whose caring glance can wrap up all worries or woes, or the simple smile of an unknown child. It can be something as simple as a stranger extending a helping hand, or as complex as an unspoken conversation between individuals who know each other so well that they don’t need words. It can be the soft caress of an animal at just the right moment, or a simple distraction when thoughts seem to be all consuming.

Love can come from friends, family, pets or strangers; it doesn’t always matter. It’s always there.

Often times, we’re so distracted in looking for love (or at least what we think love should be) that we forget to acknowledge the love that is always around us. In reality, it is a current that touches us all at every moment. Dead or alive we have the ability to give it and to receive it. In our hunt for “the perfect mate” we forget to realize that one has already been provided for us.

Love isn’t always tangible; one can’t always wrap their arms around it, but it’s always there. Memories, lovers, souvenirs, whispers, companions, friends, family; they are all love.

As a child there was a song my mother used to sing, “Love is like a magic penny/ hold it close and you won’t have any/ but lend it, spend it, give it away/ and you’ll end up having more.”

Why is it that as a child this notion doesn’t seem so abstract? Why are we so comfortable giving away affection and love at such an early age and not as adults? What do we forget and why do we allow ourselves to forget it that hardens our hearts and deafens our ears to the beautiful music of the current of love that is always around us?