“I once knew a woman who liked to imagine Love in the guise of a sturdy dog, one that would always chase down the stick after it was thrown and return with his ears flopping around happily.
Completely loyal, completely unconditional. And I laughed at her, because even I knew that love is not like that.
Love is a delicate thing that needs to be cosseted and protected.
Love is not robust and love is not unyielding.
Love can crumble under a few harsh words, or be tossed away with a handful of careless actions…”
Andrew Davidson, The Gargoyle
“Love is not robust and love is not unyielding.”
A profane truth that many imagine away, but I believe
it is a wisdom that sources inner peace.
Cafe Book Bean 
Love is something of a subjective art, the nature of which becomes as individual for each person as the birth of the consciousnesses that comes to give it to themselves or to those they grow to connect with in some way.
Yet the woman who saw it as the dog, felt the innate aspect of love as a growing, happy, sad, explosive, sedate, a mix of all the different types of love we find our inner being coming to know. She thought of love as something happy, ignorant of the evil of the world, always coming back to its source to be; rather than coveted and smothered within the limits of some closed off, sad mind lost to what the minds of human come to constrain love, rather than understanding that it is an innate driving force for life itself.
I think the laugh was on the woman that saw love as something delicate, needing to be protected, cosseted. Each saw love in the limited form of there experience, there wisdom; yet in both cases; my perspective, neither came to understand what love truly is.
Love is unyielding, yet robust, it is the life force, the greater attractor between like minds, it is the empathy we feel, a gift to those in need, it is the heartache of seeing your grandson cry from a skinned knee, the heartache of seeing them laugh, knowing that you will miss it as they come to have children of there own. It is the innocence of a young boy or girl screaming up at the sky just for the joy of being alive, it is the smile they give you when trying to get away with something; but knowing they are in your heart anyway.
Love is the life force by which; the more we give it away, throw it into the world, the greater the world comes to be. It is the innate essence of all life; how we see it, how we deal with it, is more the limits of our mind to channel it, rather than the nature of its existence.
Just a thought, have a great week..
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The essence of the word ‘Love’ gives cause for so much variation and debate because it has been made too vague. If only more people would expanded their ability as humans to communicate emotions, needs, and desires more carefully. The English language has enough words to do so, yet we always fall back on the word “Love.” Love is not an emotion, or a need, or a desire, and it is not all three. Poor Love, it is but a word, bearing the weight of a thousand.
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“But a word, bearing the weight of a thousand”? Great phrase. Compliments.
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Thank you 🙂
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I always wanted to believe that true love was unconquerable and could overcome any odds no matter how desperate, but it turned out to be a fleeting emotion that only a little time, a little distance, and a little adversity would utterly destroy.
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Me too. I learned that the things that last are built, worked, and reinforced. Seems so obvious now.
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It’s sad, though. I put a lot into relationships and get nothing in return.
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That happens all too often. I’ve had similar trends in the past, and eventually I realized I was building and nurturing the wrong relationship. I should have put more into myself. I don’t mean in a selfish idio-absorbed way. I just mean that I wasn’t taking care of myself enough, exploring who I was, or investing enough in becoming who I wanted to be. That realization and gradual change made a big difference in the quality of my life and in my ability to be in a relationship with others. However, I realize that unfortunately it is still very difficult to find partnerships where the give and take are balanced and the respect mutual. I hope you don’t give up.
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I have this book on my book shelf and hope to read it soon.
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It is my favorite book, never even had a favorite book till I read it. However it does not speak to everyone the same way it does to me.
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It looks strange and different, curious to see what it’s all about.
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It is and very poetic. 🙂
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“There’s beggary in love that can be reckoned.” Antony and Clepoatra, Skakespeare.
“Speak low if you speak love.” Much ado about nothing…
😉
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(CleOpatra…) 🙂
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