Bell Hooks says we don't know a thing about love the verb. Steve Harvey says love is the result of adhering to gender specific rules. Your momma (at least mine) says all you have to do is pray. The church says not to worry about a thing; to every thing there is a season and your "season" of love will come at God's appointed time. Karrine Steffans (a.k. a Superhead) says you are just one good lick on the lollipop from finding, seducing, and keeping the man you want.
Huh? $&**@$%!!! I'm confused!
One man. One woman. Eventually that's the equation that we find ourselves in. One man, one woman. We make our decisions based on those two very important variables. Who is this man? Who is this woman? Do the "rules" apply when the chemistry is fire, the tug pulls on your heart and all you see is this one man, or this one woman? As my readers on this site know, I am totally naive about love. I have found myself saying and doing things in the name of love that turned out not to represent me real self. But wait! Isn't it really about that? Having the courage to step out there, be vulnerable and find out more about you? Okay let's not get to esoteric about it; love is about finding what was lost, reclaiming what is good, and following through on what is real. So since all these "authorities" have weighed in (and gotten rich) off of our desire to understand love I'm going to give it a try:
Love is: the absence of fear, the purpose and drive to explore, the willingness to fall, the courage to get back up, the acknowledgement of what is wrong in order to locate what is right, the peace of sensuality, the divine connection, the non-violent resistance to lovelessness, the assurance that life is meaningful, the coffee to this dull existence, the sugar for that coffee, and the caffeine that brings us to life. Love is all those things disgusting, and pure. Love is the ultimate paradox. It is the unknown; it is an abyss. It is the desire to know, do, and feel more, and the willingness to admit there was nothing to know, do, and feel more of. Love is mathematically equated: one man x one woman = infinity. So what does this all mean? It means there are no rules. If this male dominated society of media, literature, and laws wanted us too, we'd see and experience love through patriarchial fantasy and the absence of feminine sensuality. Do it! Jump In! Forget about what you've read, analyzed, and conjured! Live in your heart, not your mind; love is in the heart, not the mind. It's a four letter word; you know that without it, you will not have anything else. It is the substance, the salt, of our existence.
ms.b
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