Musings...
“Love is kind,” they say. “True friendship is unconditional,” they say, as well. Rather than who says these things, I ask who observes them these days?
Who amongst us can really say we love without reservation? Who can say they love those around them for no gain other than the warmth of a smile or the affection in return? It seems to become rarer and rarer for people to love not for what someone can do for them, but simply because they are themselves.
Friendship and love mean different things to others. To me, it should be something joyful, even in the roughest of times. How can you appreciate the bliss of true closeness if you have nothing to compare it to? Friendship is not meant to be pushed away in the rough moments. It is not meant to be discriminatory towards location or circumstance. Love is love, it is not something that should be restricted.
I’m all over the place with this, but I have about 50 different trains of thought all converging.
Reservation in love is like enjoyment without laughter. I fear I forget this sometimes. One cannot contain the depth of emotion that can well up from the bottom of one’s heart, one cannot hope to dam the tides of the inevitable. We can love the unexpected, befriend those of polar beliefs, feel unreservedly for people we may not want to. Emotion is not controllable by will alone. It can merely be buried.
But is that not a disservice to the emotion, to bury it? Isn’t that denial something like saying the emotions are not worth it?
I love my friends, online or otherwise. People are people to me, and I couldn’t care less how they feel about me. I love them regardless. Finding out one thought of me badly would hurt, but it wouldn’t make me feel less. When I feel affection, it takes a large betrayal of that affection to get me to feel otherwise. Even then I am likely to pull away from the person, but the care remains behind. And for those who do not betray it, it can only grow. I can honestly say that I love my friends without reservation, though perhaps not without gain. Knowing that a friendship will will not be returned or that the person is likely to hurt me has never been a deterrent, just as knowing love is impossible does not stop me from feeling it. Expressing it, perhaps, but never feeling it. I make the mistake sometimes of thinking I can reign these things, that I can control them. I forget. But I have never held back with my friendship. My friends are everything to me, and I do not know where I would be without them.
Perhaps I am just strange, though.
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I apologize for this ramble. I get these thoughts in my head, and this one felt that it needed to be spoken.
Who amongst us can really say we love without reservation? Who can say they love those around them for no gain other than the warmth of a smile or the affection in return? It seems to become rarer and rarer for people to love not for what someone can do for them, but simply because they are themselves.
Friendship and love mean different things to others. To me, it should be something joyful, even in the roughest of times. How can you appreciate the bliss of true closeness if you have nothing to compare it to? Friendship is not meant to be pushed away in the rough moments. It is not meant to be discriminatory towards location or circumstance. Love is love, it is not something that should be restricted.
I’m all over the place with this, but I have about 50 different trains of thought all converging.
Reservation in love is like enjoyment without laughter. I fear I forget this sometimes. One cannot contain the depth of emotion that can well up from the bottom of one’s heart, one cannot hope to dam the tides of the inevitable. We can love the unexpected, befriend those of polar beliefs, feel unreservedly for people we may not want to. Emotion is not controllable by will alone. It can merely be buried.
But is that not a disservice to the emotion, to bury it? Isn’t that denial something like saying the emotions are not worth it?
I love my friends, online or otherwise. People are people to me, and I couldn’t care less how they feel about me. I love them regardless. Finding out one thought of me badly would hurt, but it wouldn’t make me feel less. When I feel affection, it takes a large betrayal of that affection to get me to feel otherwise. Even then I am likely to pull away from the person, but the care remains behind. And for those who do not betray it, it can only grow. I can honestly say that I love my friends without reservation, though perhaps not without gain. Knowing that a friendship will will not be returned or that the person is likely to hurt me has never been a deterrent, just as knowing love is impossible does not stop me from feeling it. Expressing it, perhaps, but never feeling it. I make the mistake sometimes of thinking I can reign these things, that I can control them. I forget. But I have never held back with my friendship. My friends are everything to me, and I do not know where I would be without them.
Perhaps I am just strange, though.
…
I apologize for this ramble. I get these thoughts in my head, and this one felt that it needed to be spoken.