I think about love a lot. I suspect many of us do.
It’s the first thing I thought about when I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2014. Maybe I won’t find my person after all?
Sometimes love is a slow burn. Sometimes your heart leaps from your chest ahead of your intention. It’s sobering to be so swiftly and precisely pierced. Especially if you were previously flip about jumping into romances.
A version of love I like is about people who came to find it in the act of loving. The Heart podcast has an episode I linked below about an arranged marriage where the wife ten years in fell deeply in love with her husband. It’s a wonderful listen.
Even unrealized love can prove beneficial. It cracks you open and allows the good to surface. How much of art is a by-product of heartbreak?
Too much of the focus about love is on the outcome, the happily ever after. If you are lucky, life is long and there will be several loves. Each one with its own lessons.
Ultimately, the work of love is on ourselves. Loving another flawed human tests our patience, resilience, and capacity for forgiveness. All good reminders that it’s best to think about love as something to give, rather than how much we receive.
Gratitude is the antidote to longing and dissatisfaction. I choose to be grateful for the love shown to me, I give, and this life.