Wednesday, 22 August 2012
LOVE HAS NO AGE
Love is a simplistic word for a very complex condition. We first learn from our mothers, that love is a warm, fuzzy and secure feeling. Then, from our first high school crush, we learn that it can be as gangrenous as a vipers bite. We learn that love has many facets and levels and all can be treacherous. Love tortures and can inflict lifelong emotional scars. (Sorry, flashback from the 10th grade)
As a young man I often confused love with erections. I was emotionally committed most every weekend, but heart broken come Monday. Many of the young women I met defined love as, ‘buy me a nice dinner and then spend the rest of the evening worshiping me.’ I defined it as, ‘let’s pick up a pizza and then go back to my place and spend the rest of the evening worshiping my erection’….(sorry for the crudeness).
In time, most of us do grow up emotionally and very sparingly use the ‘love’ word. In fact, we get paranoid when the subject comes up and will often change the subject to world hunger, herpes or ‘Dancing With The Stars.’ We decide that our lives are too committed to make room for the cirrhosis of love.
Then we meet our life mate! Now love is everything again. Our future, our home, our children and our family dog. A few years later we meet our second life mate and decide material security out weights love. But, in time, love does grow again and even stronger than before as it has had to endure one calamity after another of bullshit, lies, hurt and stubborn egos. Love now becomes a soft caress, a silent smile, a wink and a delicate kiss to the forehead. Love is different for us all because it really can’t be defined. All we know, is that it is a comforting bond with miraculous healing properties. In all likelihood, my last thought and smile during the final moment of my time….will be a reflection of love.