It’s kind of funny looking through things I have written in my journal of thoughts over the years. Not sure what sparked this particular entry. Love is a fickle state of mind at almost any age.
When I was a teenager, someone ask me why I continue to love someone who doesn’t show the same love towards me. I could have asked the person the same question with a slight variation. I didn’t have an answer at the time. Not one that would have satisfied the questioner.
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As I look back, the reason is, love should be unconditional. It may lose some intensity. It may become comfortable and settled. If it is real love, it doesn’t go away because the person no longer expresses it the same way. We can only control our emotions.
If we stop loving people as soon as they say or show they don’t love us, did we really love them to begin with? Is love that easy an emotion to let go? Or do we dress our heart in protective gear to avoid more damage?
I consider myself a caring person. There are a number of people I love for various reasons unique to them. We have our disagreements. We have periods of time when we don’t see or talk to each other. When I said I love them, I genuinely do. And it hasn’t changed.
Sometimes you have to love from a distance to maintain your well begin. It doesn’t mean you no longer feel love. It means you don’t let your love do something to hurt you. It means you don’t let yourself remain too close if love will only bring you pain.
After all these years, I still don’t have an answer I could give the person. To some, I will be a fool. To others, I will be a romantic. To me…well…I’m a person with love for his family and friends.
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