Hello Dearest Readers, and Welcome!
Lately I’ve been musing, as perhaps you realize by now I do quite often, on the nature of romantic love. Most specifically as of late I’ve been pondering the idea of one true love. I must say dearest readers that believing in one true love reeks of the kind of cheapness that believing in a supernatural power does. The very idea that there is only one person in the world that each of us is meant for seems ludicrous, especially seeing that the vast majority of people who find their “one true love” didn’t really have to search that far.
Isn’t it far more likely then that we would encounter a series of loves? And of those loves we might love to varying degrees, but I don’t think that it is necessarily true that those we love most have been the best relationships. We are all at different points in our lives when loves occur, and just because the circumstances that we found ourselves in (be them physical, emotional, financial, or whatever) I hardly think that the depth of love should be allowed to define the quality of that love. Agreed?
We should just accept each love for all that it was, not compare it to all that it could have been. If we do that, perhaps then those of us who have become so very bitter over love would find ourselves softening towards it. But really then, what do I know? 😉
Until next time,