Friday, August 21, 2009

What is love?

It's taken me almost three decades to realize ... "love" is just a word, a poor attempt to define the only thing real, not just in the world, but in everything, everywhere, always. the way love's portrayed, in books, TV, movies, doesn't come close to the thing itself.

Love is in every one of us, always - it's all we are, ever were and ever will be. No language can define it.

We have this misperception that we need someone else to be in or have love. But it's already in you, and has been all along. It's yours to have if you choose, right now. It's who you are, what you were born to be and do. When you love yourself, when you finally become love, that's the moment love manifests in your life in a more tangible form, so you can actually see, touch, taste, smell, feel it.

But remember, it has always been there, in you, from the start. All we need to do, each and every one of us, is accept and become our ultimate destiny - love. When that day finally comes the world we live in, and maybe even something beyond that, will be like that place we like to call heaven.

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Thirty and *gasp* single

It started about five years ago. Everyone – and we mean EVERYONE – got married. Being in a university sorority meant we knew a lot of women – some as close friends, some as acquaintances and some simply as recurring names in the endless stream of gossip that permeated our lives as part of the so-called “Greek system.” Back then we were like all the other girls – crushing, flirting, dating, crying, begging, breaking up, getting back together, falling in and out of love and, from time to time, daring to dream of our future weddings. What would the dress look like? How many bridesmaids would we have? And – most importantly – who would the groom be? We were all travelling the same path at that time; all puzzling over the complexities and emotions of “being in a relationship;” all wondering (and worrying) – when would that wonderful, white day, with its “I dos” and promises of everlasting love and happiness, come?

And then we came to that big, fat intersection. You know the one. You can either take a right, hit cruise-control and coast down scenic Wedding Way, where the sun shines and the birds sing and all the floral arrangements match the place settings or hang a left, shift into four-wheel drive and do your darndest to navigate Lonely Lane, a rocky, winding, unpredictable route fraught with potholes, landmines and seats at the singles’ table (it’s the one at the back of the room, in case you didn't know). Read more.