What is love?
The most used, overused and perhaps the most abused word in the English dictionary – Love… more abused than hate. Well, hate is the absence of love clearly… but what is love?
I have come to remember that I was born knowing love- it was just something I knew I was being… and at which age did I stop being it? Rather, is the question, at which age did I stop being?
At which age did you stop being?
People around us have definitions of what it means to love someone-
I love you, so I worry about you. I love you, so I buy things for you. I love you, so I am hard on you. I love you, so I know what is best for you. I love you, so I must know everything about you and everywhere you go. I love you, so you must always stay by my side. I love you, you must tell me everything. I love you, so you must not meet anyone else. I love you, so you must abide by my rules. I love you, so I hit you. I love you, so we must have sex every time I ask for it. I love you, so you have to fit into my definition of you.
I love you? Do I love you? Can I love you? Can I possibly love even me, myself?
What I am fighting against in you, aren’t I running away from that in myself? Are you my shadow then? The one that haunts me? The one that I run away from? The one that I know is there hidden in the corner, but don’t want to acknowledge?
Thank you… for showing up in this mirror that you are for me.
Clearing up the mirror, aah.. here I am.. here.. just here.. see? That’s me! Oh, here are the sparkles I didn’t know I had. Oh!! Here is that joy that I seeked.. Oh, here is that trust I didn’t know I could have on myself…oh.. here is.. wait a minute… this is me? This is me!… oh wow… this is me…
Here is love… love is me. Love is who I be…
Aaah.. to be able to breathe again now… aaah!!
Love is who I am… love is what I be…
(Written on 1 Aug 2016)