So I have been inspired to write about that little thing called love. It strikes me how we all view love so differently, yet in some ways just the same.
I have been lucky enough to have people that I love, to have been in love at least once or twice in my life. I have in the past thought I was in love, but only a very short time later discovered that it was not more than an infatuation. I have learned and continue to learn a great deal about myself in the process. One thing I have noticed is how differently I think about love now that I am a little older and maybe a little wiser. Ok at least street wise!
I used to have expectations of the person I was in love with, or the person I loved. As I have grown I relize how foolish an idea that was for me. That idea left me dissapointed, hurt and sometimes very jaded. How I ever thought that it was a good idea to expect someone to react or feel certain ways (that I wanted them to) I doubt I will ever know.
So what's changed. I try to no longer have expectations of anyone to behave or feel or think any thing remotely like I do or would like them to. It can be hard, and I have found myself slipping up on many occassions, but I have reflected and sort of redirected my energy to be more positive.
Love is a gift that you give, on both ends really. For the one that loves you the gift is the desire to be there to support you through lifes obstcale course, to lend a hand when you fall and to celebrate when you succeed. They lift you up and tell you the truth no matter what that truth is, and they try to never hurt you in order to benefit from whatever the cause or hurt maybe. They teach you and accept the little things you, even if they are not the most pleasing habits or actions. They do all this even if you get mad at them, or say things you don't mean. They are there because they want to be, even just to be near you, but above all they expect nothing in return, not even love.
For they one being loved the gift that they take in that love and it helps them in some way however small. They grow even if its just a little and inside they now that someone thinks the world of them. It inspires their greatness and hopefully lets their heart sing. I think that is such an amazing gift.
Yep I am a big sap, and I wouldn't want it any other way!
Even though I have no expectations I still get hurt, it is bound to happen even in the best of relationships with anyone. Disappointment that love was not returned in the same capacity, or in the same form. Hurt that the object of your affection does not want to be near you and would rather be near someone else. And so on...
One thing that it makes me think about too, is the power of words. Not just the words but the feeling and thoughts behind them, or lack of thought even. I tell my son that words have more power than any hand or foot. That what you say and how you say it reflects how you feel and what you are thinking. That words can cut deeper than any knife and the scars though you can not see them can be bigger than any visible ones. Yet words can tell the people you love how very deeply you care for them and can lift them higher than the clouds.Yes even written words can do that to an extent. That when you combine those words with actions or touch the impact is so great that it is like nothing in this world.
Yes I am officially the biggest Dork around, its a good thing I can admit it and I wouldn't want to be any other way.
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