The Truth About ...

... Love.

To respond to a statement I heard long ago, the idea of love is perfect. The definition of love we're are given makes perfect sense.

But we humans, we’re far from it. We screw the definition up. We’re not perfected in love because we fear. We fear making mistakes (which makes us make them). We fear each other. We fear harm. We fear death. Trepidation fails us in our quest to realize the only true answer to a perfected love.

In love you cannot fear and you cannot regret. You give without reciprocation. You stay still in moments of despair and in rough waters.

The definition is flawless, if you choose to understand/translate it (see 1 Corinthians, Chapter 13 and 1 John, Chapter 4 - really all of 1 John). Choosing to live the definition is the problem.

We live in a world full of temptation and sin, and we succumb with regularity. Per our choices, we choose to love in the wrong way. We love money (the root of all evil), the wrong people, jobs, cars, clothes, hair. There are countless others.

We choose these circumstances, thus choosing to love the wrong things. The key here: love is a choice. It's something we do, not necessarily something we feel. Love is an action, thus how we reference someone's love for us, through what they do for us. Not what they say, feel or think. What they do. What we do.

Do we make the wrong decisions? Yes. Do we spiral in the wrong direction at times because of those decisions? For sure. But the opportunity to make the right choice, to step into the light is always there.

This is something I'm just realizing for myself on a certain level.

See, love will test you, but it will not pull you apart by your heartstrings. Our wrong decisions do that, especially when we know right from wrong. It's like playing Russian Roulette with a loaded gun, you always lose.

At least that's what I've learned. That's at least my truth.