What is love?
November 18th 2006 11:13
I have posted this in a couple of other places, it may have even been published somewhere. But it is mine and I wrote it. Enjoy.
According to Webster’s Dictionary it is many things. It is a feeling of attraction, benevolence, and a close tie of kindred nature. It is also closely related to sex, which I guess surprises no-one. But is it so easy to sum up with just a few sentences? I don’t think so. I think the only way to completely define it is to look at the way it changes the people that it affects. What does love do for a man?
There’s a lot of stuff I love. I love my coffee, I love my music, I love books too (I drink at least 3 cups a day, listen to music all the time and have almost 500 books, perhaps obsessed is the better word). And hey, I really do like that stuff. It makes my bookshelves as if they have a reason other than just sitting there taking up space. But I wouldn’t love this stuff if it was just stuff. I love coffee because I actually like the taste (the caffeine is also good), I love my music because I love poetry and good beats and I love books because I love reading. But this is a selfish kind of love cause what I am doing there is simply loving an object as its use is beneficial to me. Love has to be more than that if it is to be anything at all.
Any man that has just fallen in love will probably notice a few things about himself. He’s happier, for a start. He is constantly thinking of what he can do to brighten the day of whoever it is that he is in love with, and his thoughts towards the object of affection change as well. They become much more idealistic, he starts to dream dreams about them, create fantasies around the two of them spending time together. In the right context, this is a wonderful and beautiful thing. The man seems to magically transform into someone much more amazing than who he is, and is eager to become even better because that would please the one he loves. In the wrong context it’s a nasty self serving little bastard that has no regard for the object (in this case this is the perfect word as this kind of thing regards people only as objects) that the man claims to love, only wanting to satisfy itself. This is just lust, and as much fun as it is, it isn’t the real thing.
Ever met a new father? Tiresome, aren’t they? Being from a family of six kids, generally speaking, newborn babies aren’t the novelty for me that they are for a lot of other people. Don’t get me wrong, I love kids. As long as their parents take them home when they go. But it’s a wonderful thing to watch a dad cradle this tiny life for which he is partially responsible for having brought into the world, to see a man go from some guy with a woman to a dad. For this man, this man who loves his child, everything has changed. If he is truly in love with his family, all he does is grounded on the love he feels for them. Heavy I know.
From what I’ve seen of love, heard of love, and felt in love and I can be sure of a few things about it. Love isn’t just a feeling, it isn’t just a nice word for a primal urge to spread my seed and it most certainly isn’t something invented by Hallmark in order to sell a lot of cards. Love is a reality.
Josh Z.
According to Webster’s Dictionary it is many things. It is a feeling of attraction, benevolence, and a close tie of kindred nature. It is also closely related to sex, which I guess surprises no-one. But is it so easy to sum up with just a few sentences? I don’t think so. I think the only way to completely define it is to look at the way it changes the people that it affects. What does love do for a man?
There’s a lot of stuff I love. I love my coffee, I love my music, I love books too (I drink at least 3 cups a day, listen to music all the time and have almost 500 books, perhaps obsessed is the better word). And hey, I really do like that stuff. It makes my bookshelves as if they have a reason other than just sitting there taking up space. But I wouldn’t love this stuff if it was just stuff. I love coffee because I actually like the taste (the caffeine is also good), I love my music because I love poetry and good beats and I love books because I love reading. But this is a selfish kind of love cause what I am doing there is simply loving an object as its use is beneficial to me. Love has to be more than that if it is to be anything at all.
Any man that has just fallen in love will probably notice a few things about himself. He’s happier, for a start. He is constantly thinking of what he can do to brighten the day of whoever it is that he is in love with, and his thoughts towards the object of affection change as well. They become much more idealistic, he starts to dream dreams about them, create fantasies around the two of them spending time together. In the right context, this is a wonderful and beautiful thing. The man seems to magically transform into someone much more amazing than who he is, and is eager to become even better because that would please the one he loves. In the wrong context it’s a nasty self serving little bastard that has no regard for the object (in this case this is the perfect word as this kind of thing regards people only as objects) that the man claims to love, only wanting to satisfy itself. This is just lust, and as much fun as it is, it isn’t the real thing.
Ever met a new father? Tiresome, aren’t they? Being from a family of six kids, generally speaking, newborn babies aren’t the novelty for me that they are for a lot of other people. Don’t get me wrong, I love kids. As long as their parents take them home when they go. But it’s a wonderful thing to watch a dad cradle this tiny life for which he is partially responsible for having brought into the world, to see a man go from some guy with a woman to a dad. For this man, this man who loves his child, everything has changed. If he is truly in love with his family, all he does is grounded on the love he feels for them. Heavy I know.
From what I’ve seen of love, heard of love, and felt in love and I can be sure of a few things about it. Love isn’t just a feeling, it isn’t just a nice word for a primal urge to spread my seed and it most certainly isn’t something invented by Hallmark in order to sell a lot of cards. Love is a reality.
Josh Z.
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Comment by Milly
Travel Adventures
The questioning mind
Comment by JoshZ
A Simple Christian
Thanks for dropping by Milly, will have to check out your stuff soon.
JZ
Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Don`t you also love the feeling you get when you see a beautiful sunset or amazing scenery?
As you say there are so many different feelings that we group together with that one word and there is no way of explaining it to anyone else. How great is the human emotion!
Ash
Comment by JoshZ
A Simple Christian
Yeah human emotion is pretty awesome. I do love those feelings, they're great. I think that without them, we wouldn't get as involved with the one that we love. But I cannot accept that they are all that love is. It has to be more than that.
Please drop by again sometime.
JZ
Comment by Anonymous
Yes I agree there are so many levels of love and different ways that we love.
What I find difficult to believe it that two people who are together love each other in equal amounts. There always seems one who loves the other more, unless of course you are fortunate enough to meet your soul mate.
And what about if you think you know what love is, but years later you meet someone who you feel even more strongly about - once again the confusion of love! Sometimes it appears to be so clear and other times so confusing!
Aren`t we such great creatures to be blessed with these emotions!?!
Ash
Comment by Lilla
Enviro Warrior
An Extra Ordinary Life
Dream Herald
Comment by JoshZ
A Simple Christian
Yeah, love like any good thing has the tendency of being very simple, with alot of interesting complications......
As David Gemmel said, there is nothing as foolish, nor as grand as a man in love.
JZ
Comment by JoshZ
A Simple Christian
What was your quote anyways? I'm curious.