What is this feeling?

Today’s post is a bit more optimistic; it is about love. It’s about what love is and how it works. The question is always, what is love. If you ask ten people you will get twenty different answers and definitions. Webster’s defines it as “a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another,” but as a writer and a person in love, I take it a bit farther. I’m not saying that the actual definition is wrong; I’m just saying that things are much deeper than that. It is also not something that you can define for every single person. If you want to see a writer freeze, if you want to see a writer do that funny fish out of water mouth thing, ask them what love is.

Love is something that is universally understood; it is a language that needs no translation. Love is just something you know, no matter how old you are or where you are from. Two people speaking two very different languages with two very different lives can fall in love. It just happens, and we don’t really have a choice as to who you fall for or when it will happen.  It means something different to each person. So I suppose the question remains. What is love to Lucky? What does it mean to the young woman who writes this blog?

To me love is looking into that person’s eyes and just feeling the electric connection between you. It’s waiting three years for that person to come back and facing whatever heartache that comes with that wait. Love is when you realize that the presence of one person is more important than the absenceof everyone else. We don’t love someone because they are beautiful, they are beautiful because we love them. It’s not about perfection, it’s about something far from it. It’s about looking at someone and knowing that you belong with them. When you’re in love the rest of the world disappears, and all that remains is that person and that feeling.

When I say I love you this is what I’m saying: I don’t know what the future holds, but as long as you are with me, I’m not afraid. Things might not be easy, but I can go through it if I’m with you. I’m willing to risk it all just as long as we can be together. I’ll be with you through everything; as long as you have me, you will not have to face things alone. I’m here when you need me, I’ll always be here for you. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but whatever it is I’ll stand beside you for always. And you should know that no matter what anyone says or does, I know that I’m right where I’m supposed to be, right next to you. And that you should know I’m here because I want to be, not because I have to be, and that there’s no where else in the world that I’d rather.

And that gentle readers, is what I think love is.

Quote of the day:
FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth: Here we are, all of us, basically alone, separate creatures, just circling each other, all searching for that slightest hint of a real connection. Some look in the wrong places, some they just give up hope because in their mind they’re thinking “Oh there’s nobody out there for me,” but all of us, we keep trying over and over again. Why? Because every once in a while… every once in a while, two people meet and there’s that spark, and yes, Bones, he’s handsome and she’s beautiful and maybe that’s all they see at first, but making love… making love… that’s when two people become one.
Dr. Temperance Brennan: It is scientifically impossible for two objects to occupy the same space.
FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth: Yeah, but what’s important is we try. And when we do it right, we get close.
Dr. Temperance Brennan: To what? Breaking the laws of physics?
FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth: Yeah, Bones – a miracle.

Why is that we worry what they will think?

I wrote an entry back in January of last year called Sometimes I Wonder, and it wasn’t very formal or insiteful. Well this is like 2.0 of that post, in which I talk about some other things were hinted about and in general give a semi-snarky take on the world and how we act.

So, why is it we worry what they will think of us, of what we do, of we are? We all know who they are. They are everyone else. They are our teachers, strangers, boyfriends, girlfriends, bosses, men, women, coworkers, people we may never meet; they are society and the rest of the world. We spend our whole lives trying to impress them, even though they really don’t matter as much as we believe they do. Granted these individuals do matter, and what they think does effect our lives in some ways, but they are not the be all end all of our existence. We will survive without their approval, in fact for the most part we will get along just fine if they disapprove. And yet we spend a good chunk of our lives worried about what people might think.

It cripples us, stifles our individual desire to be who we truly are. If we are so concerned about what society thinks, how can we worry about what we really want, who we really are, where we really belong? The truth is we can’t, not really, because who we are might be unattractive or might make someone think poorly of us. But honestly, what is the point of living, if you don’t live as yourself? I am a firm believer that everyone is faking, just like Dr. House says. “Everybody lies.” We live our lives pretending to be something at all times, whether we want to believe it or not. We pretend to like things we really hate to please someone, or we pretend things don’t bother us, when in reality they annoy the hell out of us. We are nice when we can’t stand people, we put on a big show of being good unselfish, when in all honesty we care more about ourselves than others.

We are more concerned that some stranger on the street might or might not find us attractive than whether or not we can help someone. The only time we do a good deed is if the world can see us doing it and reward us with approval. We miss out on important details because we are too concerned with minor appearances. We avoid dating people others think are uncool or otherwise unsatisfactory, thus missing out on someone who could be the one. We don’t want to take a job or pursue a hobby that would damage our image, even though it could be our calling. It is a sad truth, and even I do it.

So much good could come if we just let go. So much could be accomplished if we all stopped worrying about how people would think of us and just pursued our dreams and our callings. We should live for ourselves as ourselves, not for society as something we are not.

Quote of the day: “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind.” –Helena, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (Act I, Scene I); William Shakespeare