What is love? It seems to be a difficult question for people to answer. We are able to express it somehow. We have given it different meanings: interpersonal, impersonal. "I love Mexican food; I love cars; I love you."
Love is a verb. Merriam-Webster gives several definitions: strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties; attraction based on sexual desire; affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests; an assurance of love.
Different people place varying degrees of importance on the kinds of love they receive. According to many authors & philosophers, the only goal of life is to be happy. And there is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved. Without love, life would not be worth living. It is the energy that sustains who and what we are. Love is essentially an abstract concept, much easier to experience than to explain.
We go through relationships that either bring us down and/or make us stronger. We realize that love is something that can be lost. And there are days where we wish we were like the Tin Man: we wouldn't have a heart, and we wouldn't need a soul. Each of us are in search of that love that is real, deep, true.
Love is of God. Love can wait, patient. Love is kind. Love is selfless. Love is giving. Love is righteous. Love is moral. Love is peaceful. Love develops. It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud. Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive aspect of life. Love is not only something you feel; it's something you do. Love is the most powerful force in life. Love is neither physical, nor romantic. Love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be and will not be.
Love isn't about finding the perfect person, but learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
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