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A good friend asked me what my outlook on “love” was.
“The meaning of it, how it’s portrayed, or how it’s supposed to be felt,” I said.

So here it goes…

We all know the answer to love, so what’s the question?
Is it the face of a child? Is it the thrill of danger? Is it the kindness we see in the eyes of a stranger? Is is more than faith? Is is more than hope? Is it waiting for us at the end of our rope? Is it the one you call home? Is it the Holy Land? Is is standing right here holding your hand? Is it just like the movies? Is it the feeling we get when we wake? Is it the first summer storm? Is it the colors of fall? Is it having so little, and yet having it all? Is it a smell that lingers? Is it one in a million? Is it a chance to belong? Is it a song? Is it a veil? Is it a cross? Is it the poet’s gift? Is it making you laugh? Is it letting you cry? Is it where we believe that we go when we die? Is it how you were made? Is it your mother’s ghost? Is it in each one of us? Is it God? Is it in a smile? Is it the past? Last but not least; Is it nothing but everything at all?

So what is love’s purpose?
Defining purpose would be defining actions. Each action is remotely driven from purpose. What is your purpose? What is the reason you belong? The world is purpose, it evolves. Love evolves, people evolve. The purpose of love is a saving grace. Without it America would be populationless, compassion wouldn’t exist. Love is evolving, love is the world.

“There is a fundamental human need for guiding ideals that give meaning to our actions”

How is love supposed to feel?
Love is a sensory — You see it through your eyes, feel it on your tongue, taste it on your lips, smell it in the air, hear it in a voice. Love is an emotion — felt with your heart, spoken from the lips, written from the palms, envisioned with your eyes. Love is an expression, an attraction, a desire. A predilection, an action, a play on words. I can’t define how love is supposed to feel, just how it can be felt. Love is personal, unique, and sacred. Love is an interpretation, perceptive by multitudes of things; perceptual of all human kind.

My Outlook on “love”
I think love was made to be undefined. I think its in everything I view, no matter how scarred, how battered, how bruised. It lives in every day life, its in this room as we speak. Love is all things; it’s not prejudice. No matter how complicated or how simple — love is love, and that’s the only way to define it. It’s the single most organic emotion, the single most organic action. Love is an opportunity, will you let it be heard, shown, and felt?


As a conclusion — defining love is harder than you think 🙂


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