During the holiday season, love is in the air. But what is its true meaning? Since the beginning of time people have searched for that answer.
Great writers, such as Maya Angelou, Shakespeare, and Elizabeth Barrett Browning have written about it. Consider the words of William Blake:
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair." William Blake, English poet, (1757-1827)
In our culture we’ve created a maze of meanings for love--some good, so bad. To me, love is found in the small things that we do.
Love is more than fireworks and nights of passionate lovemaking. It often is found in the smallest acts that we perform on a daily basis. In fact, in our quests to find the real essence of love, we’ve stumbled across some amazing facts about that little four-letter word.
Love is what you feel when you look into the eyes of your child for the first time.
Love is when your heartbeat quickens every time your significant other enters a room. Even ten years into the relationships.
Love is helping your mother or grandmother open a can of green beans when her fingers are hurting from arthritis.
Love is when someone hurts you really bad and you find a way to forgive him or her.
Love is treating yourself to a day at the spa.
Love is saying no when saying yes will cause harm to someone.
Love is when you help a friend in need.
Love is when you smile and say thank you to the waiter/waitress who just messed up your order.
Love is cuddling up with your cat and dog and reading a good book on a rainy day.
Love is the foundation of everything good. It’s one of the reasons we exist. We need love like we need water. Without it we often fall into depression.
What are your thoughts on love?
