I've been thinking about love a lot recently. Been journaling it, trying to study it in the Word, but I keep coming back to 1 Corinthians 13. I think I've come to several conclusions. Unfortunately, one of them is the futility, fruitlessness, and pointlessness in loving at all. I think that's the one that bothers me so much. We are human; therefore, we are fallible. While we have access to unconditional love, we will screw it up. Often.
I think that's why I've become terrified of marriage. At the same time, I've come to terms with it if it is in The Plan (which it's totally likely it isn't, which I think I'm okay with as long as I have Something in The Plan to commit time to). There is love, no doubt about that; I have seen it overcome, seen its power, so much so that I felt ashamed to look upon such intimacy. I have seen her embrace upon his return early in the morning; in his eyes, I have seen the hardened resolve at her fate, yet relieved joy in the thought of seeing her again after death.
I have known much of what people call love, but they are often sadly mistaken. "Maybe this time," "maybe this guy," "oh, this is different." Yeah, but are you certain? Are you loving for yourself? If so, you're not loving at all.
I have learned love shows itself in many different forms. Just because I do not frequently speak with a person does not mean our relationship is nonexistent. Just because I often speak to someone does not mean our relationship exists.
Ahhh, I haven't stretched my philosophical fingers to type in a long time. Here's to more updates, some more of what I've learned, and maybe some more of what I've created.
I think that's why I've become terrified of marriage. At the same time, I've come to terms with it if it is in The Plan (which it's totally likely it isn't, which I think I'm okay with as long as I have Something in The Plan to commit time to). There is love, no doubt about that; I have seen it overcome, seen its power, so much so that I felt ashamed to look upon such intimacy. I have seen her embrace upon his return early in the morning; in his eyes, I have seen the hardened resolve at her fate, yet relieved joy in the thought of seeing her again after death.
I have known much of what people call love, but they are often sadly mistaken. "Maybe this time," "maybe this guy," "oh, this is different." Yeah, but are you certain? Are you loving for yourself? If so, you're not loving at all.
I have learned love shows itself in many different forms. Just because I do not frequently speak with a person does not mean our relationship is nonexistent. Just because I often speak to someone does not mean our relationship exists.
Ahhh, I haven't stretched my philosophical fingers to type in a long time. Here's to more updates, some more of what I've learned, and maybe some more of what I've created.
