Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. ~ 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
Yesterday, I posted “Love is…” on my Facebook page. Surprisingly, the guys gave deep answers. The women didn’t bother answering at all. And, I made a joke of it because basically that is what love has been to me, a joke. Of course there is love that you have for your family, but I’m talking about the kind of love that makes you feel part of someone’s soul. Where is that love? I haven’t felt it for so long, I forget. My marriage long ago succumbed to platonic love which we have learned to live with. Love is something we rarely discuss, but I know it crosses our mind, at least it does mine.
The movie Adore has me thinking about love a lot lately. The movie crosses moral barriers, yet love in all its fascinating dimensions is at the core of the story and that is the allure to me. I’m always trying to see love in all its glory since it seems to have eclipsed my love life. Is love an illusion? I hear talk of it, but I also see the side where it is glorified and made to be bigger than it truly is or was.
Does love always have to have a downside? Is true love real? Does passionate love fade over time or get stronger? Does love last forever? Is lack of love self-inflicted? Is it possible to redirect the energy spent on loving someone into something that could be more fulfilling and serve the greater good of mankind? Did I do something wrong in a previous lifetime to keep true love at bay in this lifetime? Does God want my love all for Himself? Does He want me to love only as He loves? Trading passion for purity? These are the questions I ponder when I’m not keeping my mind occupied.
My first response to Love Is… Netflix predicting which movies I will like. A joke as I said, but it predicted that I would like Adore and I do. In fact, it got me thinking about love again and wondering where it fits in my life. Am I only an observant in this realm? Some of the best writers are never satisfied and keep looking for the illusive butterfly. Perhaps my love is meant to be shards that reflect God’s light. Time will tell.
After some reflection, I came up with this poem of what I truly believe love is…
The brightest fireworks
in the darkest sky.
A million tiny bubbles
in the hot tub of life.
on a roller coaster ride.
The most fragrant rose
with the sharpest thorns.
a loaded weapon,
the most powerful drug
on the planet.