Love is one of the first concepts a child understands yet it also is an idea that takes us a lifetime to master. As we have more experiences with love in all forms, we expand our definition to encompass its many forms. We realize that it has no limits, no file storage maximum. We discover that there is no better feeling than new love and nothing as painful as love lost. We learn that gripping onto love with jealousy or fear only dampens it and that love grows in a medium of acceptance. We find that giving love is the same as receiving, just like you cannot give a hug without also getting one. Our definition of love changes and grows with each passing season. The word that prompts a concise definition from a child now takes pages of discourse and dissection.
Love refuses to be pinned down.
To be distilled into the least common denominator.
Love is messy and grand.
We seek it yet we also hide from it, fearing its loss.
We idealize it.
And yet we often fail to recognize it.
We want it.
And yet we act in opposition to it.
When it comes to love, we are still students.
Exploring. Wondering. Seeking. Learning.
And that’s what I like about love.
Elizabeth Gilbert, of Eat Pray Love fame, wrote about how love has changed for her since her divorce and second marriage. I related. You may too.