I have been considering love, which like the sun, the moon, the stars, sometimes is not clearly seen because of things that get in the way, or because one takes them for granted. I, myself, often am too self-absorbed or focusing on things like, “I want a Kindle,” or “Hey, my TV show is on,” or “Ugh I have to go to work,” or “Woe is me, my life stinks”, etc.
I have truly been blessed to have love from the moment I first drew breath. Sometimes, that love was shown to me in ways I didn’t understand or that I did not want, but always it has been there, ready to raise me up, if I would only look for it or ask for it’s help.
Truly, it is a blessing. But also a curse.
For what happens when that which you have always taken for granted, is in jeopardy? What then? There is the problem with love. As mortal beings, we all face the loss of love. And I find myself thinking about this. I ask myself silly questions like, “Why do we human beings need love?” or “Would it have been better not to have loved anyone?” Because that loss of love is so devasting, so unfathomable, so painful, so crippling that in moments of weakness, I think it would have been better to have not had a heart, that could feel such beautiful, but ultimately cruel things. Nor do I want to cause someone else this kind of grief. Because I will. When you love people, they love you back. And since no one stays forever, someone is bound to feel it, when you are gone.
But whatever one thinks about this, I am trying to keep one thing in mind. In the words of the greatest of bears, Winnie the Pooh, “If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we’re apart.. i’ll always be with you.”
The love in my life has given me, and continues to give me the sweetest of my orange peels.