For most of my life, I have been trying to understand the essence of love. What is love? What does it mean? How do I know if it’s real? When is it coming my way? Why did it leave? Where did it go? Love. As I have pretended to love, loved, and continue to pray for love, I have discovered this; I was totally wrong about my perception of love. Maybe I have said this before, maybe I haven’t. However, I am now keenly aware that love is nothing more than the highest level of understanding that one human being can have for another. My problem is that I always confused passion with love. Passion and love, although similar, are very different. Passion is a renter and love has a deed. Now, when I say that passion is a renter, I want to clearly express that I don’t perceive passion as a bad thing. Passion is good. Hell, passion is very good. However, in my opinion, if passion never left or changed, it wouldn’t be passion at all. I believe that it would be reduced to great efforts carefully cloaked in effortlessness. Translation, someone’s lying. No, passion needs to leave. When passion leaves, love takes over and protects both the heart and mind from the absence of passion. However, when passion returns, it gives love a chance to take the gloves off and really show what it’s capable of. Love. As I have written in a previous post, I have been treading the waters of life for a very long time. With that being said, I’ve had people that joined me in the sunlight as I tread the blue waters of my pain. Sure, we were both in the middle of the sea. Sure, we were both beneath the sun and it’s heat. Sure, we were there together. However, as the sun began to set, I remained while you left with a promise that you’d return tomorrow. When tomorrow came, I welcomed you with open arms, but you have no idea what the night brings. While you slept with dreams of more sunshine and rainbows in your heart and mind, I battled typhoons of loneliness. I fought the sharks of my mind that have totally committed themselves to my own destruction. I swam from the failures of my yesterdays that seemed to get closer the faster I swam. While you slept, I fought. I fought for enough strength to convince you that everything in your life would be okay while many things in my life weren’t. I fought. You slept. Truth is, I needed the company, and perhaps you needed a place to take off your mask and be free. I needed you, and you needed me. We needed one another. The needs of passion and love are very different. Like twenty dollar bills in bars during happy hours, the needs of passion are both temporary and fleeting. However, the needs of love are much deeper. The needs of love are essential for survival rather than entertainment or temporary desire. The needs of love are like air. As I breathe during the writing of this post, I will never consider or praise the breaths I take until it is either difficult or impossible to take another one. Love. Love understands when passion can’t. Love is steady. Love endures. Love concedes because concession is so much warmer than the victory of an egotistic mind. Love forgives because the rage of today can, and will, become the laughter of tomorrow. You don’t need to be prettier, slimmer, more educated, better suited financially, spiritually grown, or overall different in order to be deserving of love. If someone can’t love you for who you are today, they don’t deserve you for who you can, and will, be tomorrow. Love loves because your heart doesn’t give your mind, body, and heart a choice not to. When love comes, don’t question it. When love comes, embrace it and give thanks that you were able to meet another while treading through the blue waters of your life. May you both find the shore together. Patrick.
As always, this week, please do something for someone else for no other reason than to make their lives better. Also, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. Always Choose Love.