Love. It's a simple four letter word that has more complexity than any science you could name. It can be as simple as how ever many letters it's spelled with, or as complicated as rocket science. It's felt, but not physically. Not always at least. For the most part, it's abstract. We know it's there, we know it exists, and know what it is...but at the same time we don't.
Isn't it odd how we hear about something our whole lives, but never yet learn to truly grasp or understand it?
I want to talk about religion for a second. No, I'm not going to make this about religion but it pertains to the topic. Just stay with me.
In the bible, it is said that God created Adam and Eve and gave them free will. He gave them free will because he wanted his most beloved creations to see him the same way he saw them. He wanted them to love him, but not because he commanded it or he created them to do so. He wanted them to love him back because they wanted to.
You see, he gave them the choice. The choice to love. The choice to love as they wanted to. That's how I see it. Love is about choice. Why do you choose to love someone? What makes them choose you? Why are you special to them? What makes them special to you?
If someone chooses to love you because they want to, because they want to accept everything you could possibly have to give, good and bad, flaws and all...
Honestly, what could be more special than that? Than someone who wants to dedicate as much time to you as they can? Someone who would do anything for you?Who wants nothing more than to see you happy?
It's not about money. It's not what you have or who you know. It's not always about looks or status. Sometimes even gender. Love is love. I love my mother. My mother has done a lot for me and she continues to do a lot for me even when I'm not at home. I don't love my mother because she does things for me and supports me, but I know my mother loves me because she supports me and does things for me. She comes to my theater performances, comes more than two hours to see me perform with the band at halftime, and she took me to work when I couldn't drive and drove me back home too. She has taken care of me, helped me and supported me my whole life because she wanted to. It's not just because she's my mother and I'm her son. It's not because she felt she was obligated to or she had to. She wanted to because she loved me. She loved me because she chose to. And she showed her love through the things that she's done for me my whole life.
That's what love is. Or at least that's how I see it. I'm sure other people have their own take on the subject, but this was mine. I just hope it made enough sense for everyone to understand.
