Been thinking a great deal about love recently. As you do. What is it? Why do we feel it? Is it worth it?! Reminds me of a book title, “The Agony and the Ecstasy”. The Life of Michelangelo. That’s what love’s like isn’t it, the absolute ecstasy of being with the one person in the world who really “gets” you? The person with whom you are completely at ease and being together is as natural as breathing. The person who makes the hair on the back of your neck prickle just by entering the room. You know the feeling! It’s like the air has been sucked out of the room and you cannot breathe, the strength of your emotions is so great. The person who heightens every one of your senses and makes every nerve ending tingle. The agony comes, of course, when you are apart, divided by whatever circumstances; the depth of the love you feel isn’t reciprocated or simply the intensity of your emotions is almost too painful to bear.
I took part in a debate once upon a time, “This House believes it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” I had to argue against the House. Easy to do then, I’d never had the experiences of love that I have now. My husband, my children and my granddaughter. To a lesser degree, family and friends, some of whom I care for deeply. Loving anyone, whatever the relationship is, gives that person the power to cause you a greater pain than you could have possibly imagined. Should we hold back from sharing our heart and soul with a special man or woman who makes us cry even as they make our heart sing with joy? Should we let the opportunity of loving and being loved pass us by because one day we might be hurt by, or lose that special person? Does that mean we should regret loving someone? I don’t believe so. What we experience when we love another person makes us what we are and if we are capable of love and passion for one person, then we are capable of so much more.
Not my usual subject matter? Indeed not. Too bad.