A four letter word as rife with controversy, intrigue, and confusion as any other: love. An abstract idea, both verb and noun, we strive for it. To feel it. To see it. To share it. We seek it out enthusiastically and grieve for it when it is taken away.
Love is beautiful and kind, selfless and warm. It fills us up and lightens our dark corners, dulling the pain we encounter in our everyday lives. It is the stuff of poetry and music, the ultimate muse. It lifts us up where we belong and makes us fools. Love is alluring.
It is also cruel. It can be selfish and harmful, terrifying and damaging. We can lose ourselves to it, become overwhelmed to the point of loss of personal identity. Love can breed resentment and guilt, turn us into both abuser and abused.
Love is beautiful and kind, selfless and warm. It fills us up and lightens our dark corners, dulling the pain we encounter in our everyday lives. It is the stuff of poetry and music, the ultimate muse. It lifts us up where we belong and makes us fools. Love is alluring.
It is also cruel. It can be selfish and harmful, terrifying and damaging. We can lose ourselves to it, become overwhelmed to the point of loss of personal identity. Love can breed resentment and guilt, turn us into both abuser and abused.
