I awoke today with the Howard
Jones song “What is love” running through my head.
“I love you whether or not you love me.
I love you even if you think that I don't.
Sometimes I find you doubt my love for you,
but I don't mind -
Why should I mind, why should I mind?
What is Love anyway, does anybody love anybody
anyway?
What is Love anyway, does anybody love anybody
anyway?
Can anybody love anyone so much that they will
never fear,
Never worry, never be sad?
The answer is they cannot love this much -
nobody can.
This is why I don't mind you doubting …
And maybe love is letting people be just what
they want to be.
The door always must be left unlocked
To love, when circumstance may lead someone
away from you
And not to spend the time just doubting.”
The concept of love is a
topic that many have pondered over the centuries.
My own conclusion is that
the word ‘love’ is used by many to describe the very best feeling they’ve ever experienced … thus far. There’s no way to know if that’s real
love, or indeed what real love is.
Personally, I feel that the word ‘love’ is greatly overused. Perhaps ‘love’ can be attributed to the
feeling of bliss that is our natural birthright, but that many never truly
experience. If you’ve had a
glimpse of, or come to know this kind of bliss, you’ll know what I mean.
There are many who,
through no fault of their own, suffer low self-esteem that is rooted in their
childhood and who generate an elevated sense of self to move them away from
their feeling of low self esteem.
During this kind of self-generated euphoria, attachments can be made to
a person or thing and termed ‘love’ within their frame of reference, especially
if that thing/person seems to have a purpose in their life. Of course, relationships founded in
such a situation can be extremely hard to release because they’ve come to be
relied upon.
Love can be many things
to many people, but perhaps it is only ever a measure of one’s own awareness or
perception, and how far that has extended. Is it any wonder that we as a species become so attached to
the concept of love when it holds the promise of anything we want it to be, yet
is such a tall order to fulfill?
AGD 8/11/14
