What is Love? Is it expressing stress by yelling curse words and hitting walls? Is it agonizing over the loved one’s annoying or inconvenient idiosyncrasies? No. Love is fricking Love. Sometimes we will make mistakes with the people we Love - we will yell or curse at them. We will allow ourselves to get angry about their unique traits. It is human nature for this to happen. But it is also human nature to learn. There is an old axiom: “Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you.” Shame-on-you who have not learned to Love better over time. Shame-on-you who allow Love to exist as a balance between sometimes-hate and mosttimes-happiness. I don’t say this because I’m an obtuse optimist: I understand that the world exists in a balance of good and bad, light and dark, yin and yang. But if I were to include “Love” in one of those duets, I would say “Love and hate”. Love does not contain hate. It opposes hate. When we allow our love to be spoiled by anger, stress, meanness, and hate, we fail. Please, for me, for yourself, for the good of the world, Love better. Love more. Love without hate. If what you always thought was wrong turns out to be normal, that doesn’t make it alright. See thousands of years of lives stolen by slavery, for reference. See the racism that continues to exist today, because it seemed “normal” to the people who perpetuated the folly. If you think Love includes hate because it does for “everyone else”, reawaken the part of of you that believes in a purer form of Love. Because that Love can only exist if we believe in it, work for it, and don’t settle anything less.
7 July 2018, on a train from Hyannis to Boston (approaching East Sandwich) - Note: These geographical notes are mostly for me, because I'm a geek about stuff like that
7 July 2018, on a train from Hyannis to Boston (approaching East Sandwich) - Note: These geographical notes are mostly for me, because I'm a geek about stuff like that