“Love is like an avalanche where you have to run for your life.” — John, age 9
“I think you’re supposed to get shot with an arrow or something, but the rest of it isn’t supposed to be so painful.” — Manuel, age 8
“Once I’m done with kindergarten, I’m going to find me a wife.” — Tom, age 5
“I’m not rushing into being in love. I’m finding fourth grade hard enough.” — Regina, age 10
“Love will find you, even if you are trying to hide from it. I been trying to hide from it since I was five, but the girls keep finding me.” — Dave, age 8
Ah yes. From out of the mouths of the innocent. While we chuckle with these young ones’ naiveté, I would venture to guess that many of us have some interesting ideas as to what love is. Some believe that we ‘feel’ love. Others mark love with it’s benefits. Still others find it necessary to only be a receiver of love and not a giver.
Many are the broken hearts of those who fell for the slick-lipped romances of a one-time affair. The pieces of love-shattered relationships could strew a highway to our lunar neighbor. The human experience is dipped in the bitter-sweet chocolate of wanting but not finding love.
However, love is, as Leo Buscaglia put it, “always bestowed as a gift – freely, willingly and without expectation. We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.”
In truth, Love is shown by an unwarranted act of sacrifice, an act so outside of the self as to even seem foreign. A truly loving act places one almost as a spectator rather than it’s mate. It’s better that way. If not, the giver of love would expect something in return which renders the initial act of love, not-love.
Another truth. Imperfect love is the best we can offer each other. Mere humans are we, desirous of love yet seeking it in the imperfect others.
Yet, there is a pure-love hope. There is a perfect experience of a self-less sacrifice.
God to humanity. Forgiving that which no one else can forgive. Killing love so that we can receive it. Sacrificing himself so that humanity can, for now, live in the reflection of true love. That is the love we will someday fully experience. That is the love we now but glimpse. Someday, we will walk in it and breath in it and live in it. And then, we will see it. True love.