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A good friend of mine posted a blog a few months ago wanting to know something. I didn't exactly know how to word my reply for it. She wanted to know everyone's opinion of what love really is. Well, Charlotte, here ya go. This is also for everyone else, too. I wrote something a LONG time ago (probably 4-5 years ago) on what love is. It was kind of dark, but I've reworded it recently. So, here it is:
Love is sacrifice. It is frustrating sometimes, but it comes with the territory. What kind of sacrifice? I'll go over what is and what isn't.
You leave the window up when you want it down. You watch someone else's favorite TV program. You kiss when you have a headache. You turn the music down when you like it loud. You learn to be patient without sighing or sulking.
Love is also doing things for the other person. Here is something I learned from the father of an ex-girlfriend. In a marraige, two people become one. But you have to realize that the one isn't you. It is the other person. You love this person more than you love yourself. This means, you love this person as she or he is. Acceptance. The list provided in the previous paragraph are acceptable sacrafices. Here, you can see why other sacrafices would not be. We ask ourselves, frankly, what that impulse is that makes us want to redesign a person? It isn't love. We want the other person to be normal like us. But is that loving the other person or ourselves? Love brings out the best in people. They can be themselves without artificiality. People who know they are loved glow with beauty and charm.
Let this person talk. Create the assurance that any idea, any suggestion, any feeling can be expressed and will be respected. Allow the other person to star once in a while. A wife’s joke doesn’t have to be topped. Don’t interrupt your husband in the middle of his story. Cultivate kind ways of speaking. It can be as simple as asking them instead of telling them to do things. Don’t take yourself too seriously. Married life is full of crazy mirrors to see ourselves with. To see how stubborn, how immature we really are. You may be waiting for your wife to finish because you never lift a finger to help her.
Love is funny. It's growth doesn't depend on what that person can do for you. It's in direct proportion to what you do for him or her.
Add anything you think I've missed. I think I've covered everything, but I could be wrong.
Love is sacrifice. It is frustrating sometimes, but it comes with the territory. What kind of sacrifice? I'll go over what is and what isn't.
You leave the window up when you want it down. You watch someone else's favorite TV program. You kiss when you have a headache. You turn the music down when you like it loud. You learn to be patient without sighing or sulking.
Love is also doing things for the other person. Here is something I learned from the father of an ex-girlfriend. In a marraige, two people become one. But you have to realize that the one isn't you. It is the other person. You love this person more than you love yourself. This means, you love this person as she or he is. Acceptance. The list provided in the previous paragraph are acceptable sacrafices. Here, you can see why other sacrafices would not be. We ask ourselves, frankly, what that impulse is that makes us want to redesign a person? It isn't love. We want the other person to be normal like us. But is that loving the other person or ourselves? Love brings out the best in people. They can be themselves without artificiality. People who know they are loved glow with beauty and charm.
Let this person talk. Create the assurance that any idea, any suggestion, any feeling can be expressed and will be respected. Allow the other person to star once in a while. A wife’s joke doesn’t have to be topped. Don’t interrupt your husband in the middle of his story. Cultivate kind ways of speaking. It can be as simple as asking them instead of telling them to do things. Don’t take yourself too seriously. Married life is full of crazy mirrors to see ourselves with. To see how stubborn, how immature we really are. You may be waiting for your wife to finish because you never lift a finger to help her.
Love is funny. It's growth doesn't depend on what that person can do for you. It's in direct proportion to what you do for him or her.
Add anything you think I've missed. I think I've covered everything, but I could be wrong.